The ghost had been curiously quiet all day. Occasionally he had wandered over to the catapult and observed it with quiet speculation, then returned to watch Cecil at his chores. Through it all, though, he had kept a careful eye on Marc and Toffee and Gerald. He seemed to have something on his mind. It wasn't until early evening when he came over to join the group. With the air of a kibitzer he strolled to a position behind Gerald. He stood there for a moment or two, teetering nonchalantly on the balls of his feet, then reached out and touched Gerald on the shoulder. "I think Cecil needs your help, old man," he smiled. "He's getting ready to stuff the bomb." "Stuff it?" Gerald asked. "Well, whatever it is." "I can't leave," Cecil said. "He told me to stick here." "I'll stick in your place," George offered. "I'll be positively gluey." Gerald hesitated, but not for long. "Well," he said finally, "all right." He got up and disappeared through the forest of apparatus. Toffee favored George with a scathing look. "Have a seat, Judas," she said. "I only wish it were wired." "You misjudge me," George said, sitting down. "I'm trying to help you." "Pass the salt," Toffee said. "I'm hurt that you take that attitude," George said. "You don't really believe that I'm so depraved as to let those two destroy the whole city?" "I haven't heard you screaming for help," Toffee said. "I've been waiting for the right moment," George said. "When their attention would be on the bomb and not us. Right now they think they've got everything they want, and...." "They have got everything they want," Marc said futilely. "Do you know what they're planning to use for a test target?" "Oh, that," George said. "Just the Whittle monument." "The Whittle monument!" Marc said. "It's a landmark!" "I think they're doing a public service getting rid of it," George said. "With that fat politician standing on top and all." "But it'll cause a panic!" Marc said. "It may start all kinds of trouble. We've got to stop them." "I'm afraid we can't," George said. "The bomb is almost ready now and it's dark. They're waiting to catch the after theatre crowd with this demonstration. They figure there'll be more of the international set in that group." "The dirty little opportunists," Toffee said. "Anyway," George said, "we can stop them bombing the city tomorrow night." "Tomorrow night!" Marc gasped. "That's what they're planning. If this test works out." "Dear God! We've got to stop them!" "Exactly," George smiled. "That's why I'm here to turn you two loose." "Beautiful George!" Toffee cried. "Hurry!" "Let me tell you my plan first," George said. "I'll unchain you, but you've got to promise to do as I say." "Anything, George, darling," Toffee said.