Publisher's Synopsis
"We've got to win that reward, Roger, or close up shop." Ted Dustin, youthful president andgeneral manager of Theodore Dustin, Inc., reached mechanically for his tobacco pouch, filled his black briar, and sighed.Roger Sanders, assistant to the president, deposited his sheaf of papers on his desk, closedthe door to the private office, and sat down in the chair facing his superior."You mean-?""I mean," replied Dustin, flicking his lighter with his thumb, "that in order to prepare theprojectile for launching, we've spent every cent we had, and borrowed a lot besides.Theodore Dustin, Inc., is flat broke, and the plant is mortgaged from roof to drains. If wedon't win that reward our creditors will be picking our bones in thirty days.""Mr. Dustin." A female voice, apparently issuing from empty air, spoke his name. He turnedto the radiovisiphone, a plain looking disc resting on a small pedestal at his elbow. It waswireless, and contained no buttons, levers or controls of any kind
