"In that case,” said Chambers, “there are other ways."
"Other ways?"
Chambers suddenly smiled at them. “I have a notion to call Stutsman back to Earth."
Craven drummed his fingers idly on the arm of his chair. “Yes, I guess you do have other ways,” he said.
* * *
Greg's hand snapped the switch and the screen suddenly was blank as the televisor set returned instantly to the laboratory.
"That explains a lot of things,” he said. “Among them what has happened to my stocks."
Russ sat in his chair, numbed. “That little weak-kneed, ratting traitor, Wilson. He'd sell his mother for a new ten dollar bill."
"We know,” said Greg, “and Chambers doesn't know we know. We'll follow every move he makes. We'll know every one of his plans."
Pacing up and down the room, he was already planning their campaign.