Carson opened his mouth and closed his fist, then relaxed. Mitchell led him back into the hall.
"I'm no psychiatrist," Mitchell said, "but I think she wants Macklin stupid. Prefers it that way. She's always dominated his personal life, and now she can dominate him completely."
"What is she? A monster?" the Army officer muttered.
"No," Mitchell said. "She's an intelligent woman unconsciously jealous of her husband's genius."
"Maybe," Carson said. "I don't know. I don't know what the hell to tell the Pentagon. I think I'll go out and get drunk."
"I'll go with you," Ferris said.
Mitchell glanced sharply at the little biologist.
Carson squinted. "Any particular reason, doctor?"
"To celebrate," Ferris said.
The colonel shrugged. "That's as good a reason as any."