"Amen!" said Matt with satisfaction.
Nesbit's face went white; he stared at Matt venomously.
Isaac Trigg asked, "Are their cases hopeless?"
"I wouldn't say that. But it will require weeks of treatment before they can be admitted among us without danger. There's a mob psychology about their aberration that is contagious." Barb Poindexter sank slowly into her chair.
"That settles that!" said Matt. "Or is there any further objection to keeping them segregated?" and he looked straight at Nesbit.
The palaeontologist looked as if he wanted to say plenty, but he kept his mouth shut.
Margot Drake said suddenly in a ringing voice, "Do you mind if I ask a question?"
Everyone turned to stare at the red-headed leader of the Amazons. She was regarding them coolly.
"No," said Matt. "Go ahead."
"I'll pass up those cracks about our sanity," Margot said. "They may or may not be true. I don't care. But is it a fact that the world is coming to an end?"