"But that isn't answering our present problem, is it?" Morrow grinned reflectively. "We could kill you, Mr. Lyle, but that would gain us nothing. There would be other agents following you. Also, it doesn't sit well with our attitude."
"Just what is your 'attitude' as you call it?" Lyle demanded.
Morrow glanced at him through narrowed eyes and replied, "Just what would your attitude be if you were in our position, Mr. Lyle?"
Later, as Morrow sat alone, Gwyn came out of the kitchen and joined him, perching herself on the arm of his chair.
"It'll work out all right, Bill," she murmured soothingly, running her fingers through his hair. "Don't worry about it."
Morrow shook his head. "We've got to let him go, Gwyn. We can't hold him."
"Then let's just face it," she replied, using her practical feminine approach. "The government is going to learn about our project. What can they do about it? Can they throw us into prison and confiscate all we have here? What'll they do with it? Without us, they won't understand it!"
"How much will they understand, I wonder!" Morrow said dubiously. "Will they realize this could ignite the present world tension into a raging war?"
Gwyn looked out on the silent, brooding canyon. "Would it, Bill? I mean—I'm not doubting you, darling—but are you sure?"