She tried hard to be calm. "But the fact is—the fact is—it's not really Karelsky's discovery at all!"
"No?"
"Not his, I tell you."
Even then I wondered what she was driving at. "Then whose is it?" I asked.
"It's Terry's."
"Terry's? ... You mean——"
"Just exactly what I say. It's Terry's discovery."
It was minutes before I grasped what she meant, and then only hazily. She had to keep on saying: "Terry's—not Karelsky's—don't you see what I mean? Karelsky's stolen it. I've proof—loads of proof. I've been copying out for the last month the very same stuff that Karelsky gave to the Conference yesterday...." She tried to give me details, but they weren't very coherent; she could only assure me that the theft was flagrant and indisputable.
"Of course you don't believe me," she said. "I don't blame you. I hardly believed myself when I found it out.... But it's true, all the same."
"You mean that what Karelsky's getting all the fame and credit for now is something that Terry found out while he was in Vienna?"