When Joel came in, and after we had eaten our evening meal, I told him bluntly what we'd found out about Spartan.
"He murdered Zinder and Morrie Grover," I said in conclusion. "He means to kill two more of our party in order to insure enough water for the return trip. You could easily be a candidate."
Joel listened, bewildered, to all I said, about finding the paper in Morrie's helmet air valve, about Axel knowing he had tampered with the machinery in Willy's capsule, and how Spartan had unfastened my safety line when I brought Morrie's body from the top of the Jehad.
"I—I can't believe it," he said. "You're making it up."
"Why should I?" I asked.
"For the same reasons you're attributing to Dr. Spartan," he said. "You want to kill him so there'll be enough water. Maybe you want to kill me, too."
"Damnit," I said, "we don't want to kill anybody. There may not be enough water to keep us from being thirsty, but there's enough to keep us from dying. I'm willing to suffer to avoid murder. That's why I'm planning to arrest Spartan."
"Arrest! It's mutiny! When you get back to the earth there'll be a lot to answer for, Drake."
"Then we'll have to arrest you, too," I said. "The rest of us—Axel, Gail and I—know the score, Warner. I've tried to explain it to you. If we can't trust you—"
"Now just a minute! I didn't say that."