His eyes met the Director's, and he nodded, but the nod was unnecessary. The Director had already guessed. They moved toward him, a harsh mob sound coming from them, but the Director was before them. "No! Stop!" The voice that had been trained to command a power greater than men had ever held before stopped them. "No, if the West has scientists too, that is no fault of Johann Volcek. Johann, you did not fail; you will not suffer." Volcek heard him, and saw them fall back. He thought again of the lint on his coat, and looked down at it. He picked it off, while the others drew back, and the Director was assuring him that all would be well with him. Stefanie would have no children now. There would be no grandchildren to hear the Director's senseless words, telling him he would not suffer. You don't suffer when you've killed a race.