Sam gestured with the gun. "Rest easy," he said. "We shall only have to wait an hour at the most."
The red blood that spurted from the arm stopped, and the chronometer ticking in the control room was the only sound in the chamber. Minutes passed, and the arm which had been red with blood was now greying. Swiftly, the infection of space was taking over.
Nancy Rorke said shrilly, "You are not human." She got up and moved for the medicine cabinet. Sam Knox tilted the dis-gun, and the heat ray lanced out and burned a hole in the chair ahead of her. She sat down quickly, with a white face.
Ned Hawkins' eyes were brilliant as a trapped beast. He looked at his greying arm. It was swelling now and becoming painful. His face contorted. He breathed agonizedly.
Pell reached for the medicine cabinet, and Sam burned the knob under his hands.
"You devil!" Ned was breathing hard. Sweat stood on his forehead. "What do you want?"
"The truth."
"I know nothing."
Sam said, "I am going to burn the penicillin. You people can't keep away from the drug. It's either burn the drug or one of you." He pointed the dis-gun at the medicine cabinet in the corner.
"I'll talk—give me the drug—I'll talk!" Ned began to babble in confession.