“Or some other part of an A-bomb.”
“I don’t.”
Higgins started to say something argumentative, changed his mind, and smiled. “I don’t blame you.”
“Not one tangible piece of evidence! Bogan once had what he called a sample, a few particles he filed off, and he claims he analyzed them — which is difficult even for a specialist, and he wasn’t that. But he lost what was left of his sample before we could work on it. Ellings did have a hunk of platinum on hand, and that’s peculiar, but it’s not uranium.
Ellings met a man we’re supposed to believe was seven feet tall. Phooey! Ellings doubtless met a man. He may even be busy with some deal — a little smuggling or the passing of stolen goods. But do you realize what you’re saying when you talk about A-bombs?”
“Yes.”
“I doubt it. You’re saying, man, that whole cities are being prepared for slaughter without warning! And you’re saying this is being done by people we have no whisper of, line on, word about — not a notion of, a smell, scent, track, trail or even hunch about!”
“Exactly.”
“Frankly, I think that’s impossible.”
“You can’t say it’s impossible, Mac.”