Beardsley

It might have been fatal—but Beardsley had judged his man well.

Beardsley was watching Arnold's fingers; there was something aimless and fretful as they pushed among the code-sealed tapes.

In two hours it was not hard to discover that Beardsley's appearance did not belie him.

So Beardsley, showing more courage than he felt, trailed the cyberneticist through every unit of final check-up.