Gerald hesitated, but not for long. "Well," he said finally, "all right." He got up and disappeared through the forest of apparatus.
Toffee favored George with a scathing look. "Have a seat, Judas," she said. "I only wish it were wired."
"You misjudge me," George said, sitting down. "I'm trying to help you."
"Pass the salt," Toffee said.
"I'm hurt that you take that attitude," George said. "You don't really believe that I'm so depraved as to let those two destroy the whole city?"
"I haven't heard you screaming for help," Toffee said.
"I've been waiting for the right moment," George said. "When their attention would be on the bomb and not us. Right now they think they've got everything they want, and...."
"They have got everything they want," Marc said futilely. "Do you know what they're planning to use for a test target?"
"Oh, that," George said. "Just the Whittle monument."
"The Whittle monument!" Marc said. "It's a landmark!"