"She knows he's been detained, but not how serious the charges are." "Just how serious _are_ the charges?" "I don't know yet," said Loeffler. "That's not really my province, of course," said Loeffler. "But the problem is complicated by the fact that Lake Wakataoga is state property, with the island merely leased to Skinner." Duran fumbled through his pockets for his cigarettes. He found them and lit one. "When did this happen?" he asked, aware that the painfully tangled knot in his stomach was beginning to untie itself. "This afternoon around one-thirty. A couple of guys fishing on the lake saw the explosion and called the local civil defense head-quarters. They claim they heard the rocket fall. Damned near had a war scare till the pieces were found. They were easy enough to trace, and the kids gave themselves away by all eight of them being awol from their one o'clock classes. Especially since five of them were absent from a physics class--that was one class they never cut." "I don't see how they managed to go all the way through with it without someone finding out," Duran said, bewilderedly. "I know," agreed Loeffler, nodding. "That's the way we all felt. But they admit doing it--hell, they're proud of it!--and we found the shed where the thing was assembled." "I don't suppose they offered any motive," Duran said. "Oh, sure. They claim they'd been planning it ever since Skinner wouldn't let them land copters on the island. Pretty weak, huh?" The senator made no response. "Well, Vance, I guess you'll want to talk to the boy," Loeffler concluded. "I had him brought up here. Figured it would be best all around that way. I knew you had to get back to Washington tomorrow and probably wouldn't have time to see him then. Shall I have him come in?" When Duran hesitated, he added, "Oh, I've got to duck out for a few minutes. Get some supper. Got a long evening ahead of me." "Okay, Loeffler, send him in. And--" This was the hardest part. "And I appreciate this." "No trouble, Vance," the man said, rising and stepping around the desk. "No more than we've got already." He removed a suit coat from a hanger and left the office with it under his arm. A moment later the door opened again and the senator saw the shaggy head of his older son peer into the room. The boy was the one who finally broke the silence which followed. "Hi, Dad," he said, sauntering casually into the office. "Guess you're pretty sore at me. Can't blame you." Duran remained seated, indicating a chair against one wall. He waited till his son had sat down. "I'm a little dumbfounded, Rog, that's all. I suppose you had a good reason for it." "Sure. Old skinflint Skinner wouldn't let us--" "_Roger!_" the senator growled threateningly. He was not going to allow the interview to start off with a half-truth. "Yeah, but that's state land," the boy persisted. "He hadn't any right--" "Roger, I said a _good_ reason."