"Oh, yes," he murmured.
"Good. Then suppose we go to one of the...."
"I'd like to go home first, if I may," Marc broke in. "I have to see my wife before she leaves. It's very important. And there are a few extra notes in my room at the house. I could get them all together...."
The man hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded. "All right," he said. "After all we're the only ones who know about this. Only let me caution you not to talk to anyone."
"I won't say a word," Marc said, and nodded toward Toffee. "She couldn't say anything; she doesn't understand any of it."
"Fine," the man said. "Then will it be all right if we come to your house this evening?"
"That'll be fine," Marc said quickly, anxious to be free of them. "I'll see you then."
Marc and Toffee watched the two men disappear down the corridor and up a stairway.
"Terribly morbid pair, aren't they?" Toffee said. "It's enough to make your flesh crawl, all this talk about wiping out cities and people and things."
"It's their business," Marc said.