It would tell us only that the signal came from the Moon - which doesn't help. Harriman glanced down at his paunch and said gruffly, O. Huh? Impossible. He studied Barstow's face as the image appeared in his phone.
At this point the Purser chucked the dossier across the desk toward Wingate. Beaumont shook his head. He looked again. 'And why a towel?' But he was gone.
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