"Hush!" Joan said quietly.
* * * * *
Slowly, Braun opened his eyes. "All right," he said. "You guys wanted it
this way. _I say it's a bomb._" He stared at us for a moment more--and
then, all at once, the Timkin bearing burst. Words poured out of it.
"Now you guys do something, do your job like I did mine--get my wife and
kids out of there--empty the city--do something, _do something_!"
Anderton was already grabbing for the phone. "You're right, Mr. Braun.
If it isn't already too late--"
Cheyney shot out a hand and caught Anderton's telephone arm by the
wrist. "Wait a minute," he said.
"What d'you mean, 'wait a minute'? Haven't you already shot enough
time?"
Cheyney did not let go; instead, he looked inquiringly at Joan and said,
"One minute, Joan. You might as well go ahead."