"Mr. Randall. He just climbed out of the rocket and walked away. Six seconds before it went up."
Charters stopped, staring with wild eyes. His face colored. Rage choked his voice.
"WHY?" barked the man.
Lampson stood at the window, his eyes lighting. He smiled, then laughed. And far away, a gleaming yellow-finned rocket drove up, up, finding the path through space that would carry it, alone, past the Moon, to the Sun.