It was no longer a question of theory, but of money. Man could reach the moon, if Saunders could persuade someone to finance him. The laboratory was brightly lit, and four men in business suits surrounded the large table. They stared down at the blueprints on the table, some scratching their heads, others rubbing their chins in speculation. The thin man in gray tweeds eyed them cautiously, his breath coming in short, anxious rushes.…
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