"You are alone!"
"I am alone. Many times I have longed—"
"Watch him Jim." Crick whispered. "This doesn't smell right to me."
"Do you mean to tell me that you alone built this apparatus?" Ronson gestured toward the array of equipment in the room.
"This? This is only a part. It was a long task. Many weary years I have spent here—"
"He's telling the truth, Jim," Jennie Ware whispered.
"But one pair of hands, to build all of this." Shock was in Ronson, perhaps even greater shock than he had experienced in the cavern. He stared at Les Ro. Respect was in him and admiration, if not liking. "Then you are indeed a genius. The rumors were partly right, after all."
"Thank you."
"But why couldn't you get someone to help you?"
Sadness showed on Les Ro's face. "You have seen the people in the drinking room below. Which of them could understand how an electron circles in its orbit? Many times I have tried to train the brightest of them. The result was inevitable failure. That is why, when you came—" Longing came into Les Ro's eyes.