“Nothing,” said Wolfe, “except give an exhibition of the most colossal, insufferable, unbearable conceit that one human being has ever displayed toward another.”
“That’s quite an interpretation of my conduct.”
“But not an unfair one.”
Mart spread his hands and indicated a chair. “And so you have come back.”
“Yes,” said Don Wolfe, “to congratulate you and to accept your apologies.”
“I’m apologizing now?”
“You’d better! I carried it off.”
For the space of a half dozen heart beats Mart held his breath. His eyes narrowed on his visitor. “The rocket?”
“Yeah.” Wolfe took from his pocket a small object that looked like a clutter of wires wrapped about a half dozen peanut tubes and an assortment of condensers. He bent over and clamped it to the leg of the desk.
“Move back a little.”