"Look, R. K.," popped Lutz, who was getting nettled, "I hear the secret is out already. People talk."
Kettering laughed. "The secret isn't out—I know it isn't. Like to know how I know?"
"Okay, so how do you know?"
"That's my secret, too."
I thought that Lutz would choke to death. "You used Martians," he said with conviction. "Disguised."
Renn donned a look of pain. "That theory is shabby, shabby as the robot rumor. Do you really believe Martians could be disguised that well? And if they could, do you think they'd want to throw their lives away?"
"What do I know about Martians?" Lutz spluttered, but he was beat. It was a shame. There for a minute I thought he'd come up with something.
I was just about where I'd been when I'd arrived at the party—except perhaps with Arden, which wasn't exactly what Myron sent me for. I hung around near Kettering but he didn't say anything revealing, and finally it was time to go. Arden and I had been occupied in the kitchen, and I was the last guest.
Renn went with me to the door, slipping past the tawny which jumped at both of us.