Maitland put his feet on the floor, stood up. His face was white and he was breathing fast.
She grasped his arm. "What are you going to do?"
He shook her hand off. "I may not get to the Moon, but I'm going to teach one superman the advantage of honesty!"
"Wait! That won't get you anywhere."
"He may be bigger than I am," Maitland gritted, "but—"
She squeezed his arm violently. "You don't understand. He would not fight you. He'd use a gun."
"If I could catch him by surprise...."
She took hold of his shoulders firmly. "Now, listen, Bob Maitland. I love you. And I think it's the most important thing in the world that you get to see the stars. Swarts will never let me time travel, anyway."
"What are you thinking?"
"I'll go down to the village and get a vliegvlotter. It won't take twenty minutes. I'll come back, see that Swarts is out of the way, let you out of here, and take you—" she hesitated, but her eyes were steady—"wherever you want to go."