Roger’s discussion with The Professor is drowned out by the engines on a nearby TWA Lockheed Constellation.
“Now, look,” says Roger. “You started this decoy business without me – – you finish it without me!”
“Well, we might have, if you hadn’t stumbled into it,” says The Professor.
“I think you ought to give me a medal and a very long vacation, instead of asking me to go on, being a target,” says Roger, “just so that your special agent, or whatever you call him, doesn’t get shot at.”
“Oh, not shot at,” replies The Professor, “Found out. Once found out, they’re as good as dead. Thanks to you, clouds of suspicion are already forming.”
“Thanks to me?” asks Roger.
“If you’ll get on the plane…” says The Professor.
“Now, wait a minute,” says Roger. “You listen to me: I’m an advertising man, not a red herring. I’ve got a job, a secretary, a mother, two ex-wives, and several bartenders dependent on me. And I don’t intend to disappoint them all by getting myself slightly killed. The answer is no.”
“Is that final?” asks The Professor.
“Yes,” says Roger.
“Well, goodbye then,” says The Professor, shaking Roger’s hand.
“Goodbye,” replies Roger.
“If I thought there was any chance in changing your mind, I’d talk about Miss Kendall,” says The Professor.
Roger looks at him, puzzled.