"Well?" the physicist asked.
"What's his name?" Flinn said.
"Barnes. Robert Barnes."
"Say, Bob!" Flinn called out. The smallish, partially bald man at the far desk looked up and swiveled around to face him. "Tell me something, Bob," Flinn went on. "Do you act that way with all women, or just blondes?"
Barnes' placid face suddenly underwent a marvelous transformation. First he blushed furiously. Then his jaw dropped open and the high color began to drain away. He stared across the room, his face pallid.
"My God!" he managed to blurt in a stricken voice.
There was dead silence in the room as Wilmer and Hayes looked from Barnes' shocked face to Flinn's smiling one.
"I think it's obvious—" Hayes started to say.
"Me, too," Wilmer agreed. He looked sharply at Flinn. "Can you tell what I'm thinking at this moment?"