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We've never met, but a few years ago we carried on a very extensive correspondence on the subject of energy levels in nuclear isomers." Steve grinned. "I won't pretend to know what you're talking about. But I'm glad you'll have something in common. Will you and your staff join him to make up a new project team?" "I think we can," Hartson Brant said thoughtfully.
Brant join us?" Hartson Brant went to get her while the young people started to deluge Steve with questions. He held up a hand in protest. "Wait until the whole family's here, please." In a moment Mrs. Brant had joined them and greeted Steve cordially. Then the young agent got serious. "I was only partly joking when I said I wanted to take over Spindrift. I really do, in a way. Here's why.
Brant was a superb cook, and both she and Hartson Brant had taught the Spindrift young people to appreciate a well-prepared dish. "I'll order the same thing just to keep them company," Scotty offered. "Generous, always generous," Rick replied. "You'll eat the same thing even if you have to force it down." "I'll do just that," Scotty agreed. "Remember where you've seen yonder diner?"
"And I was hoping your plan was foolproof. I was about to buy stock in the Mob." The amusement in his eyes belied the words. Hartson Brant laughed. "I'm glad you're the one that stuck a pin in his bubble, Steve. The way Barby bakes cakes, I'm not sure Rick could ever break one to get the file out." Steve chuckled. "The records are full of foolproof get-rich-quick schemes like this one.
"That makes it worth wearing," Steve said gallantly. Barby beamed. Hartson Brant detached a key from his chain and handed it to Steve with a flourish. "You said you were taking over the island, I believe? You'll need the house key." Rick smiled.
"It wouldn't matter about the soundproof booth," Scotty chimed in, "because radio will go right through the walls!" Hartson Brant held both hands to his head in mock horror. "To think that my only son should turn out to be a halfway criminal genius!" Rick glanced up at his father suspiciously. "Halfway?"
If we believe it, we must also believe that the enemy is so far ahead of us in brain physiology that we are hopelessly outdistanced. I can't believe so much progress could have taken place without some word of it leaking out." Parnell Winston shrugged. "It seems incredible, Hartson. But we haven't another theory, much less a better one."
We've had a team of scientists working on a project that's of the greatest importance to national defense. There were four in the team, all topnotchers. Hartson, I'm sure you'll know some, if not all of them, by reputation." Steve removed the ammunition clip from his submachine gun and sighted through the barrel, then let the bolt ram home with a sharp click. "It was my job to guard the project.
Hartson Brant, director of the world-famous Spindrift Scientific Foundation, walked to the foot of the stairs and called to his son. "Rick, can you come to the library in five minutes? Bring Scotty with you."
"Hartson, you suggested that I come, which I was glad to do. Suppose you start by telling us what you had in mind." "Very well, Steve." The scientist's glance embraced his colleagues and the boys. "We have a problem that must be solved before we can continue with calm and objective minds on the project that faces us.
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