Chambers’ hand dropped to the desk. “Stupid of me not to realize that. You looked so natural.” He sat back in his chair again, brushed his gray mustache. A smile twisted his lips. “So you've been watching me?"
"Off and on,” Greg said.
"And what is the occasion of this visit?” asked Chambers. “You could have held a distinct advantage by remaining unseen. I didn't entirely believe what Craven told me, you know."
"That isn't the point at all,” declared Greg. “Maybe we can get to understand one another."
"So you're ready to talk business."
"Not in the sense you mean,” Greg said. “I'm not willing to make concessions, but there's no reason why we have to fight one another."
"Why, no,” said Chambers, “there's no reason for that. I'll be willing to buy your discovery."
"I wouldn't sell it to you,” Greg told him.
"You wouldn't? Why not? I'm prepared to pay for it.” “You'd pay the price, all right. Anything I asked… even if it bankrupted you. Then you'd mark it down to loss, and scrap material energy. And I'll tell you why."
A TERRIBLE silence hung in the room as the two men eyed one another across the table.