"Venus," she said. "Fred, for heaven's sake--_I'm serious_!"
"Some day," I said, "this planet will learn how to see through our
manufactured fog. Some day they will develop the vision we developed a
century ago. And--"
"Damn it, Fred, be serious. If you'd know what I've gone through, alone
here, thinking back on all the crazy things you've said and done. What
have you told me about yourself, what do I know?"
"Nothing," I said. "And what have I asked you about yourself? It's a
matter of faith, Jean."
"Faith? Running all over the country like fugitives, financed by those
damned diamonds, nosing into this and into that, and then running off to
Russia, all alone. _With what you'd learned, Fred?_"