John Cauldron made contact with Peter Moray shortly after Virginia had gone. Moray, busy with the details at hand, had not given much time to thinking out the course of the future. Besides, it was Moray’s business to act upon orders from above. His was not the planner’s lot.
“What’s cooking?” he asked Cauldron.
“We’re putting on a security silence on the space resonators,” replied Cauldron.
“Why?”
“Whether they think Bronson insane or not, whether he lives or dies, we must see that there are as many bits of radioisotopic phosphor in Earth One as possible.”
“Yes, but—”
“Bronson may be judged insane. However, give him a chance and he will demonstrate the space resonator. If he should pick up an Earth Two broadcast or even a molecular pattern it will lend weight to his tale. On the othe
