As we went back out into the lounge, I felt a little pleased with myself. If things worked out right—and they would—we now had a double agent inside Thurston's organization. It wouldn't take too long to clear things up, and Miss Devereaux could go back to Earth with a nice piece of change in her pocket.
"What are you looking so happy about?" Videnski asked suspiciously when he saw us.
"I'll show you," I said. "Where's the tool kit?"
Ten minutes later, I had the wall speaker in the lounge out of its housing, but still connected. McGuire hadn't interfered with the work, as he might have if someone else had tried to do it, because he could see perfectly well that it was Daniel Oak who was doing the job, even though Oak hadn't been speaking to him much lately.
Then I said: "McGuire, can you hear me?"
"Yes, sir; I can hear you," came his voice from the speaker.
"Can you hear your own voice?"
"Yes, sir."