I nodded dismally. "Knowing the Navy," I replied, "I can see how they feel. All that I can suggest, Mr. Lamb, is that this is a case of mental telepathy. There have been plenty of other instances of it on record. Often they call it intuition or second sight. I can only say that if you investigate and can find any other explanation I'll be delighted." "I don't think that Admiral Ballister--he's the present head of O.N.I., though they change so fast we almost lose count--will be satisfied with the theory that it is a case of E.S.P. That's 'extra-sensory perception' and there have been plenty of scientific experiments in that field but the Navy doesn't know about them. And then, of course, there was the bomb--" I nodded. "The thorium bomb--" I began, and stopped as I noticed an official change in Lamb's attitude. "Exactly, Mr. Tompkins," he observed. "The thorium bomb. Nobody--at least outside of the President, the Secretary of the Navy and Professor Chalmis--was supposed to know that there was such a thing as a thorium bomb. The security arrangements on the thorium project were so drastic--" "Roscommon knew all about it," I said. "He also mentioned Chalmis to me." The Deputy Director looked slightly ill. "He did, did he?" he growled. "_That_ will teach the Navy not to let the Bureau handle domestic security. Hell, this thing gets bigger and bigger every minute. If Roscommon knew about it, then anybody could have known. Why, it's been an offense against the Espionage Act, even to print the word 'thorium' outside of chemical textbooks, and Chalmis is supposed to be in the T.B. sanitarium at Saranac. Wonder what happened to him?" I leaned forward. "He's dead, Mr. Lamb," I assured him. "Everybody on the Alaska is dead. The bomb went off and there's nobody left to tell the tale." "How do you do it, Tompkins?" Lamb demanded. "If you will give us the details and the names of your accomplices I think I can promise you a life sentence instead of the electric chair." "Mr. Lamb," I replied, "You can promise till the cows come home. I--W. S. Tompkins--had no connection with it at all and you can't prove that I had. I know about it only because of--well, call it mental telepathy. I could sit down and tell you exactly what happened on the Alaska before Chalmis deliberately touched off the bomb, but I couldn't prove it and there isn't a living soul who could support or disprove my story. And if you place me under arrest I'll be in a position to sue for heavy damages. False arrest on a charge of treason is no joke and I'll fight." Lamb looked slightly uncomfortable. "Well?" he asked. "What would you do if you were me? Let you go, with the Navy howling for action?"