Understanding grew in Wolf's mind with a brilliant glare. Glover had been on the verge of taming the ultimate source of energy—the total and complete conversion of matter—a source of power over 130 times more potent than the hydrogen-helium reaction. No wonder the project had been put under wraps!
"So you killed Glover to prevent him from continuing his work. What did you intend to gain by that? Somebody else will take it over. How are you going to develop this power source yourself?"
Britten groaned audibly. His back arched and his arms strained against the table straps.
Through clenched teeth: "Ruppert ... next man in line for Glover's job ... one of us."
Wolf's eyes opened wide, and he whirled to the telephone.
"I'm calling Washington—" he began, then stopped in horror.
Behind him, Britten's voice said, in a strangely firm tone: "Now is the time."
Wolf whirled again. He saw Britten, still strapped to the table, his eyes unglazed, and his facial expression commanding.
The FBI men had stiffened, and were standing in place, motionless.