But MacKinnon was not satisfied. This time the Board of Directors was to be built up, not torn down. I had to pull him loose; he was frozen to the spot. Perhaps he had been hasty.
Lazarus and Libby remained in the control room. Testing messages and early reports were beginning to come in, now that it was feasible to use our own radio-now that we had at long, long last shown our hand. Turn on your pick-up, Johnny, I can't see you. 'No-worse luck!' Jones denied.
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