A great man has no countrymen. Don’t let yourself be worried! Sell it and”
“I don’t want to.”
Mr. Carson stuck his hands into his pockets and yawned. “Wars! Do you think they can be stopped? Pche! Sell it and don’t worry. You’re a scientist . . . what does the rest matter to you? Wars! Don’t be silly. While people have nails and teeth”
“I shan’t sell it,” said Prokop through his teeth.
Mr. Carson shrugged his shoulders. “As you like. We shall discover it ourselves. Or Thomas will. Good.”
There was a moment of silence. “It’s all the same to me,” said Mr. Carson. “If you prefer it we’ll offer it to France, to England, where you like, even to China. Together, see? No one would buy it here. You would be a fool to sell it for twenty million. Trust Carson, eh?”
Prokop shook his head decisively.
“Character,” said Mr. Carson appreciatively. “All honour to it. I like that sort of thing enormously. Listen, I’ll tell you. An absolute secret. I swear it.”
“I’m not asking you for your secrets,” muttered Prokop.
“Bravo. A discreet fellow. Just my type, my dear sir.”
