"Nevertheless, I question them. In fact, I demand some changes."
The man was obviously angry, but he held his temper. "What changes do you wish?"
"You said that after I deliver the prints on Centaur—"
"And iron out any problems our scientists might encounter in building the rocket—"
"Yes, after that, you will send my wife and I to Venus and safety."
"Correct."
"I demand that upon delivery of the prints, you send Clare on ahead."
"Why do you ask this?"
"Because the one thing I'm selling out my world for is her safety. I will gamble with it for only as short a time as necessary."
The man considered. What were the risks involved? Kendall might be sincere in his reason but if he were not, it would be easy enough to pick up Clare Kendall, unprotected as she would be in some Venusian hotel.