He raised his head and then stood and shook hands. "It's a mess. The
whole project will be ruined and we don't dare go near it."
"What happened?"
"Just as we set it off--"
"Set what off?"
"The rocket."
"Rocket?"
Guy groaned.
"The _Venus_ rocket! Rocket Harold!"
My wife interjected. "I was telling Guy we didn't know a thing about it
because they haven't delivered our paper in weeks. I've complained--"