"Yes," said Diavilev.
"We will see it go all the way down. I have arranged for a picture to be relayed to a television screen on the rocket. You will have the seat of honor."
"Thank you," said Diavilev.
"Yes, you will have the seat of honor." Krylov was still staring at him.
Diavilev looked away. Outside the moonlet seemed stationary in space, huge and black and permanent. Diavilev could see the men on one face of her, setting the final bomb, which Diavilev would detonate with a radio signal. There was one more thing which Diavilev wanted to do.
"Krylov," he said suddenly.
When he turned back he saw that Krylov's eyes were still on him.
"Yes?" Krylov asked.
"I wonder—would you mind if I went aboard the moonlet? I would like to see what it is like, really, up close. No scientist has ever had a chance like this. Perhaps I might learn something. Would you mind?"
Krylov frowned, lowered his eyes slightly.