Silently, the Chairman of the Board handed it to him. When Swenson had
finished coding, he handed the original message to Mister Cerobie. The
message read:
"Captain Elsing, have crew start fight with Moulton's crew. Not
much incentive will be necessary. See that no real damage is done.
Urgent. Will take all responsibility. Explain later. Cerobie."
"Swenson," Mister Cerobie said quietly, "you _are_ insane. Tear that
up."
With slow dignity, Swenson put on his coat. He stood there, smiling,
and looking at Mister Cerobie. The memory of Dovorkin stalked
unpleasantly through the Chairman's mind. Everything was hopeless,
anyway. Better go out with a bang than a whimper.
"All right, send it," he said. "There is plenty of time to
countermand--after I talk to you."
* * * * *
When Swenson had finished sending the coded message, he turned back to
Mister Cerobie. "What's this I hear from Dovorkin about a Senator being
aboard Number 7 at Luna?"