His eyes narrowed.
"There's more to it than that. This is a trick of some kind I'll bet it's tied up with that mysterious invention you've got hidden in your closet—"
I grasped him by the shoulder, whirled him about.
"Then you did hear us that day?"
"Sure. I heard you. Is there anything wrong in that? I couldn't help hearing you say you had a weapon that would end the war. If that's what you've got, trot it out! That's a lot better than dying like rats on a fool's expedition to the Moon!
"Luna! Pah! I, for one, won't have anything to do with it—"
I said hotly, "You damned fool, we can't open that closet. Don't you realize—?"
"Brian!" snapped Dr. Mallory.
I shut up suddenly. Krassner looked at me, then at the old man suspiciously. He snarled, "You reminded me once that I had no authority over your command, O'Shea. Well, now I remind you that you have no authority over me. I'm pulling out of here. I've had enough of this insane secrecy and—"
He started for the door. I said only one word.