On the screen Chambers was speaking to Wilson. “Do you think you could find something out if you went back again?"
Wilson squirmed in his chair.
"I'd rather not.” His voice sounded like a whimper. “I'm afraid they suspect me now. I'm afraid of what they'd do if they found out."
"That's his conscience,” breathed Russ in the laboratory. “I never suspected him."
"He's right about one thing, though,” Greg said. “He'd better not come back."
Chambers was talking again: “You realize, of course, that you haven't been much help to us. You have only warned us that another kind of power generation is being developed. You've set us on our guard, but other than that we're no better off than we were before."
Wilson bristled, like a cowardly animal backed into a corner. “I told you what was going on. You can be ready for it now. I can" t help it if I couldn't find out how all them things worked."
"Look here,” said Chambers. “I made a bargain with you and I keep my bargains. I told you I would pay you twenty thousand dollars for the information you gave me when you first came to see me. I told you I'd pay you for any further additional information you might give. Also I promised you a job with the company."
Watching the financier, Wilson licked his lips. “That's right,” he said.
Chambers reached out and pulled a checkbook toward him, lifted a pen from its holder. “I'm paying you the twenty thousand for the warning. I'm not paying you a dime more, because you gave me no other information."