... The Organizer waited until he was alone in the office. Then, with trembling, aging hands, he took the log book out of the safe and slowly made another entry:
Chris was the last, I think. He accepted the lie, just as most of the others have. When they return to Earth, they will be sound men with whole minds. For them Firth's world will always stand as a symbol of man's highest achievement in co-operation. May this sham, in some small way, expiate the crime and the folly of my arrogant delusion.
John Firth's head dropped on his arm and his shoulders shook; but the sobs were sobs of relief. Chris was saved; Chris would go back. That mattered very much—for Chris was his grandson.