"I know, Mr. King, but the Board feels that—"
"I understand. Good-by!"
"Mr. King—"
"Good-by!" He switched him off, and turned to Lentz. "'—with full pay,'" he quoted, "which I can enjoy in any way that I like for the rest of my life — just as happy as a man in the death house!"
"Exactly," Lentz agreed. "Well, we've tried our way. I suppose we should call up Harrington now and let him try the political and publicity method."
"I suppose so," King seconded absentmindedly. "Will you be leaving for Chicago now?"
"No," said Lentz. "No… I think I will catch the shuttle for Los Angeles and take the evening rocket for the antipodes."
King looked surprised, but said nothing. Lentz answered the unspoken comment. "Perhaps some of us on the other side of the Earth will survive. I've done all that I can here. I would rather be a live sheepherder in Australia than a dead psychiatrist in Chicago."
King nodded vigorously, "That shows horse sense. For two cents, I'd dump the bomb now and go with you."
"Not horse sense, my friend — a horse will run back into a burning barn, which is exactly not what I plan to do. Why don't you do it and come along? If you did, it would help Harrington to scare 'em to death."