“Well, Evald, what do you think? Does it strike you that Kennon’s sincere—or does it sound as though he has something up his sleeve?”
“If he does,” Blalok said, “I don’t know what it could be. I wouldn’t take a job on Olympus if you gave it to me.”
“If he doesn’t know about the place,” Alexander said thoughtfully, “it’s probable that his suggestion was honest. I think it is but I’m not sure. He worries me now that I can’t read him. I think I’ll send Douglas back here to watch him.”
“Why? In my book that’d be a poor choice. After all, you said Kennon saved his life. He should be grateful.”
“You don’t know Douglas,” Alexander said. “He hates Kennon’s guts for what he did.”
“What did he do?”
“He made Douglas feel inferior. And there’s no surer way to gain my cousin’s undying enmity.” Alexander laughed. “I know,” he said. “He’d like to kill me, too.”
Blalok shrugged.
“But in the meantime I want you to keep an eye on Kennon. If his outline is all right, I’m going to authorize him to set up this experiment. I want to give him every possible chance. I like him—and he’s done good work. I wouldn’t want him to feel that I distrust him.”
“Which you do, of course,” Blalok said dryly.