"He has shown that his emotions are definitely not mature," Gail replied. "As I said before, I tried to cheer him up, but he—like other people I could name—put a different interpretation on an innocent gesture. He threw his arms around me and kissed me. He said some wild things about being in love with me. I tried to push him away, explaining that I was a married woman—"
"We all understand about that marriage," Morrie broke in.
"Nevertheless, I made promises at that ceremony and I intend to keep them until Bill Drake is no longer my husband," she replied. "I thought Morrie was out of his head. Then, before I knew it, he began to tear off my clothing. I tried to struggle but he held me so tightly I couldn't. Then Bill Drake appeared. He threw Mr. Grover across the room, and Morrie tore a piece of pipe from the condenser and they—they fought."
"Then it was Drake who threw Grover into the machinery?" Spartan asked.
"Yes," replied Gail. "But it wasn't intentional."
"It may not have been intentional!" Spartan snarled, "but it has endangered the success of this expedition."
"Morrie also knocked Bill Drake into the machinery," she said. She was calling Morrie by a single name and me by my full name. Suddenly I sensed that in using my complete name she was not being formal. On the contrary, she had turned it into a term of endearment. It was as if she savored the full name, rather than any kind of abbreviation.
"Humph! And are you sure you never, at any time, encouraged Mr. Grover to make these—uh—advances?"
"Of course not!"
Spartan turned to Morrie. "What do you have to say?" It was obvious that he hoped Morrie could successfully refute the story told by Gail.