"I suppose so. I can't imagine Swarts letting you take your memories
back with you."
Maitland looked out the window at the green horizon. "We'll see," he
said.
* * * * *
Maitland removed his three-day beard with an effective depilatory cream
he discovered in the bathroom, and settled down to wait. When Swarts
arrived, the engineer said quietly, "Sit down, please. I have to talk
with you."
Swarts gave him the look of a man with a piece of equipment that just
won't function right, and remained standing. "What is it now?"
"Look," Maitland said, "Ingrid has told me that men never reached the
planets. _You_ ought to know how I feel about space flight. It's my
whole life. Knowing that my work on rockets is going to pay off only in
the delivery of bombs, I don't want to go back to the 20th Century. I
want to stay here."