Helena. Why?
Domin. Because we’d be on board your Ultimus and well out at sea. Within a month, Helena, we’d be dictating our own terms to the Robots.
Helena. I don’t understand.
Domin. (Crosses to C. toward Gall and Hallemeier) We’d take something with us that the Robots could not exist without!
Helena. What, Harry?
Domin. (Turns to Hallemeier) The secret of their manufacture. Old Rossum’s manuscript. As soon as they found out that they couldn’t make themselves they’d be on their knees to us.
Dr. Gall. (Rises) Madame Domin, that was our trump card. I never had the least fear the Robots would win. How could they against people like us? (Up to window. Gall rises and goes out into the balcony.)
Helena. Why didn’t you tell me? (She rushes up to the fireplace and sees the ashes.)
Dr. Gall. Why, the boat’s in!
Hallemeier. Eleven-thirty to the dot. (Rising and going onto the balcony) The good old Amelia that brought Madame Helena to us. (Domin goes out onto the balcony.)