“How about that electronic projector on the submarine?” Sykes suggested. “Remember how it melted out the heart of that big ship? We could do a lot with that.”
“Not a chance! Djorn and the others have strictly forbidden the men to turn it on the enemy since they have given no offense.
“No offense!” he repeated, and added a few explosive remarks.
“No, it looks like a case of get there and do what dirty work we can to their mechanism before they pot us—and that’s that!”
But Sykes was directing his thoughts along another path.
“I wonder …” he mused; “it might be done: they have laboratories.”
“What are you talking about? For the love of heaven, man, if you’re got an idea, let’s have it. I’m desperate.”
“Nitrators!” said the scientist. “I have been getting on pretty good terms with the scientific crowd here, and I’ve seen some mighty pretty manufacturing laboratories. And they have equipment that was never meant for the manufacture of nitro-explosives, but, with a few modifications—yes, I think it could be done.”
“You mean nitro-glycerine? TNT?”