Greg had come out of the chair, was standing on his feet, the glow of the blaze throwing his athletic figure into bold relief. That calm exterior had been stripped from him now. He was excited.
"I see what you are getting at! We have something that is almost instantaneous!"
"Almost," said Russ. "Not quite. There's a time lag somewhere. But it isn't noticeable except over vast distances."
"But it would beat ordinary light signals to Callisto. It would beat them there by almost 45 minutes."
"Almost," Russ agreed. "Maybe a split second less."
Greg strode up and down in front of the fireplace like a caged lion. "By heaven," he said, "we've got Chambers where we want him. We can beat the stock quotations to Callisto. With that advance knowledge of what the board is doing in New York, we ca
