"I'll check out with Pegasus. Will you have any trouble?"
"No. Everything just about closes down the day of a shoot. I'll be there in ten minutes."
The boys parted at the door of the recreation hall and Rick started back to the barracks. As he passed the main administrative building, John Gordon fell in step.
"If I knew you two, I'd be mighty proud of both of you," the scientist said whimsically. "You for the job you did with Gee-Gee last night, and Scotty for pulling that fireman out this morning."
Rick smiled his thanks. "Anything new?"
"Not so far. Tom Preston is having the warehouses checked, just in case. But it's a terrific job going through an inventory item by item."
"Can you find out if the clerks leave the warehouses during a shoot?" Rick asked.
"Tom has already gone to work on that. I'll find a way to let you know. Keep in touch, Rick."
Rick continued on to the barracks, mind churning with confused thoughts. If only they had a few hard facts to work on! There wasn't a single definite clue to anyone. And, after last night, how could he suspect any of the dedicated, hard-working rocketeers? Impossible to imagine that anyone who had worked so hard on one of the projects could deliberately sabotage it. Yet, there was no other answer. No one outside the technical and scientific staff would have the opportunity or knowledge.
"At least," he concluded ruefully, "if we assume it's someone with ready access to the projects, we've cut down the size of the haystack. We're looking for one man out of only about five hundred!"