“Likewise,” Malone said. “But go on.”
“Sure,” Boyd said. “Anyhow, they might have set the three of them up as patsies, just in case we stumbled on to this mess. We can’t overlook this possibility.”
“Right,” Malone said. “It’s faint, but it is a possibility. In other words, the agency behind the flashes might be Russian, and it might not be Russian.”
“That clears that up nicely,” Boyd said. “Next question?”
“The next one,” Malone said grimly, “is, what’s behind the flashes? Some sort of psionic power is causing them, that much is obvious.”
“I’ll go along with that,” Boyd said. “I have to go along with it. But don’t think I like it.”
“Nobody likes it,” Malone said. “But let’s go on. O’Connor isn’t any help; he washes his hands of the whole business.”
“Lucky man,” Boyd said.
“He says that it can’t be happening,” Malone said, “and if it is we’re all screwy. Now, right or wrong, that isn’t an opinion that gives us any handle to work with.”
“No,” Boyd said reflectively. “A certain amount of comfort, to be sure, but no handles.”