"And you want it for your purposes?"
"Yes," said Tyler. After a moment, "I despise melodrama but if you don't cooperate you're going to get the works. And we've got Tighe too, never forget that. One of you ought to break down if he watches the other being questioned."
We're going to the same place! We're going to Tighe!
The effort to hold face and voice steady was monstrous. "Just where are we bound?"
"An island. We should be there soon. I'll be going back again myself but Mr. Bancroft is coming shortly. That should convince you just how important this is to us."
Dalgetty nodded. "Can I think it over for awhile? It isn't an easy decision for me."
"Sure. I hope you decide right."
Tyler got up and left with his guards. The big man who had handed him the drink earlier sat where he had been all the time. Slowly the psychologist began to tighten himself. The faint drone of turbines and whistle of jets and sundered air began to enlarge.
"Where are we going?" he asked.
"CAN'T TELL YOU THAT. SHUDDUP, WILL YOU?"