can‟t, not inside an Inert Lead Isotope safe.” “It it‟s not all inside.” “Maybe says it is…at least so Foyle reported.” “Jiz me out of this,” Jisbella said. “Leave we‟ll have to gamble.” “Anyway, Y‟ang-Yeovil exclaimed. a Phoenix action? You‟ll gamble the system into a “Gamble!” “On brand new nova.” else can we do? Pick any road… and it‟s the road to destruction too. Have we got any “What choice?” can wait,” Jisbella said. “We what? For Foyle to blow us up himself with his tinkering?” “For can warn him.” “We don‟t know where he is.” “We can find him.” “We soon? Won‟t that be a gamble too? And what that stuff lying around waiting for “How someone to think it into energy? Suppose a Jack-jaunter gets in and cracks the safe, looking for goodies? And then we don‟t just have dust waiting for an accidental thought, but twenty pounds.” Jisbella turned pale. Dagenham turned to the Intelligence man. make the decision, Yeovil. Do “You we try it my way or do we wait?” Y‟ang-Yeovil sighed. was afraid of this,” he said. all scientists. I‟ll have to make my “I “Damn decision for a reason you don‟t know, Dagenham. The Satellites are on to this too. We‟ve got reason to believe that they‟ve got agents looking for Foyle in the worst way. If we wait they may pick him up before us. In fact, they may have him now.” your decision is… ?” “So blow-up. Let‟s bring Foyle running if we can.” “The Jisbella cried. “No!” Dagenham asked, ignoring her. “How?” I‟ve got just the one for the job. A one-way telepath named Robin Wednesbury.” “Oh,
“It can‟t, not inside an Inert Lead Isotope safe.” “Maybe it‟s not all inside.” “Jiz says it is…at least so Foyle reported.” “Leave me out of this,” Jisbella said. “Anyway, we‟ll have to gamble.” “Gamble!” Y‟ang-Yeovil exclaimed. “On a Phoenix action? You‟ll gamble the system into a brand new nova.” “What else can we do? Pick any road… and it‟s the road to destruction too. Have we got any choice?” “We can wait,” Jisbella said. “For what? For Foyle to blow us up himself with his tinkering?” “We can warn him.” “We don‟t know where he is.” “We can find him.” “How soon? Won‟t that be a gamble too? And what that stuff lying around waiting for someone to think it into energy? Suppose a Jack-jaunter gets in and cracks the safe, looking for goodies? And then we don‟t just have dust waiting for an accidental thought, but twenty pounds.” Jisbella turned pale. Dagenham turned to the Intelligence man. “You make the decision, Yeovil. Do we try it my way or do we wait?” Y‟ang-Yeovil sighed. “I was afraid of this,” he said. “Damn all scientists. I‟ll have to make my decision for a reason you don‟t know, Dagenham. The Satellites are on to this too. We‟ve got reason to believe that they‟ve got agents looking for Foyle in the worst way. If we wait they may pick him up before us. In fact, they may have him now.” “So your decision is… ?” “The blow-up. Let‟s bring Foyle running if we can.” “No!” Jisbella cried. “How?” Dagenham asked, ignoring her. “Oh, I‟ve got just the one for the job. A one-way telepath named Robin Wednesbury.”
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