"Which brings up," interpolated Flick Muldoon with devastating casualness, "the first important question. Where you going to get this ship, Gary? And how are you going to talk the kingpins of our planet into giving you what you want?"
Gary smiled. "Obviously, we must go to Geneva and there present our argument to the members of the World Council. But—" And his eyes took on a shining akin to that in the eyes of his feminine and first-spoken comrade—"but we cannot fail. What we do is not for ourselves alone; it is a completely unselfish thing without personal benefit or profit. A quest we must successfully fulfill—that worlds may live."
And the girl's voice echoed softly, "That worlds may live...."
CHAPTER IV
Fugitives from Earth
"What time is it?" asked Nora Powell.
Dr. Bryant looked up from the black-and-white-squared table over which he and his companion were bent, engrossed in one of mankind's most ancient pastimes.
"Er—I beg your pardon, my dear? What did you say?"
"I asked," repeated Nora, "what time it is?"
"Oh—time? Almost four o'clock."