"Someone has to get a bomb past the force screens at the door--the ones that keep sand and dirt out of the ship. We've got to have a bomb inside." "But why me?" "They're used to seeing you wheel in the master recorder on that cart," said Langsmith. "We thought of putting a bomb in...." "No!" "This has gone far enough," said Speidel. He took a deep breath, started to rise. "Wait," said Langsmith. "She obviously has no feelings of patriotic responsibility," said Speidel. "We're wasting our time." Langsmith said: "The Galactics are used to seeing her with that cart. If we change now, they're liable to become suspicious." "We'll set up some other plan, then," said Speidel. "As far as I'm concerned, we can write off any possibility of further cooperation from her." "You're little boys playing a game," said Francine. "This isn't an exclusive American problem. This is a human problem that involves every nation on Earth." "That ship is on United States soil," said Speidel. "Which happens to be on the only planet controlled by the human species," she said. "We ought to be sharing everything with the other teams, pooling information and ideas to get at every scrap of knowledge." "We'd all like to be idealists," said Speidel. "But there's no room for idealism where our survival is concerned. These _frogs_ have full space travel, apparently between the stars--not just satellites and moon rockets. If we get their ship we can enforce peace on our own terms." "National survival," she said. "But it's our survival as a species that's at stake!" Speidel turned to Langsmith. "This is one of your more spectacular failures, Smitty. We'll have to put her under close surveillance." Langsmith puffed furiously on his pipe. A cloud of pale blue smoke screened his head. "I'm ashamed of you, Dr. Millar," he said. She jumped to her feet, allowing her anger full scope at last. "You must think I'm a rotten psychologist!" she snapped. "You've been lying to me since I set foot in here!" She shot a bitter glance at Speidel. "Your gestures gave you away! The non-communicative emotional gestures, General!" "What's she talking about?" demanded Speidel. "You said different things with your mouths than you said with your bodies," she explained. "That means you were lying to me--concealing something vital you didn't want me to know about." "She's insane!" barked Speidel. "There wasn't any survivor of a plane crash in Ceylon," she said. "There probably wasn't even the plane crash you described." Speidel froze to sudden stillness, spoke through thin lips: "Has there been a security leak? Good Lord!" "Look at Dr. Langsmith there!" she said. "Hiding behind that pipe! And you, General: moving your mouth no more than absolutely necessary to speak--trying to hide your real feelings! Oozing betrayal!" "Get her out of here!" barked Speidel.