The newscaster announced that both Soleri and Frescura were dead. Soleri had been seen entering the plant but he hadn’t come out. Frescura’s death was harder to determine. He had left in the afternoon but there were definite indications that he had returned to the main workshop. The office building hadn’t been destroyed but the intense heat from the adjacent shop had caused considerable damage. A report had been found indicating that Frescura had planned a final experiment. He had been aware of the danger, and had planned to perform it at night in the workshop. An unexpected accident had apparently led to the tragedy. The loss of building and equipment was partly covered by insurance. The company hastened to assure the public that there was sufficient capital in reserve to enable it to survive the blow to its financial stability. Talbot shut off the newscast. He might have liked Frescura. Except for his excessive guilt complex the man had been heroic. And Talbot had to admit that Frescura had been right in one detail. He hadn’t failed. The perfect rocket motor would never be fully constructed in this century. Meanwhile, he had a problem. What did the future hold for him? He lunched frugally, and tried to control his agitation. In the middle of the afternoon there was a knock on the door. Randy had found him. She came in quietly and looked around at the shabby little apartment. “I didn’t come to ask questions, although I have a right to,” she said. “But you made a mistake. Your salary allotment is on the executive payroll. It came to me for verification.” “You can’t prove anything,” he said. “And if you could--would it matter?” “I can prove all I want to prove,” she said. “Soleri’s dead.” “I know,” she said. “I’ve known for a long time. That wasn’t the only mistake you made.” “You’ve known for a long time?” He sat down. “Since the night I took you home from the hospital--and stayed. You said the wrong things. You kept giving yourself away. Don’t forget I was hired because I’m a psychologist.” She stared at him steadily. “You told me that nothing had changed between us. But you were mistaken. I’m not in the habit of throwing myself at men. I admit I did at Soleri, just a little. But he was not in love with me. He might have been--except that he was in love with Eleanor.” “Why didn’t you tell someone?” Talbot said. “Take it to plant protection?” “I couldn’t,” she said. “I was upset, but I had trapped myself. I couldn’t--not until I figured things out. A few days later I decided not to interfere. You told me that a man had been killed and that you intended to find out why. I knew that you were not responsible for what had happened, that you were not just a self-seeking opportunist.” So his masquerade hadn’t been nearly as good as he had thought! At least two people had seen through it. “That arrangement you mentioned--your statement that you were going home early. Was that deliberate too?”