Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 25
…“Maybe this entire hubbub about carbon whatever is leading us down primrose path…
“You may think we scientists are a bungling bunch of stumblebums, but Willard Libby is no one’s fool. If you remove exclusivity from a clinical position, you may have just wasted 10 or more years of research.” Kamen knows of which he speaks. In 1940 he and Sam Ruben collaborated on the discovery of the radioisotope carbon-14. But they were lacking the connection between 14’s half-life and the predictability of previously existing antediluvian verve (scholastic for old ideas).
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Constance remembers Martin mentioning that Libby was a player in the building of the atomic bomb. “Maybe this entire hubbub about carbon whatever is leading us down the primrose lane; a war-busting bomb seems to be a more inviting target than arguing how old a sedimentary rock or an Egyptian mummy is. Who cares?”
“My mummy is going to be 65 this year, looking forward to my father retiring from the railroad,” Fanny has a sense of humor only a mother can love.
Feeling that her dim-wit is being ignored, she adds something of substance, “Whoever messed up this office was not worried about being caught. They were not wearing gloves, can you believe it!? But the fingerprints are nondescript smudged, grimy, useless. ”
“That’s because they didn’t know what they were looking for.” Martin heads for electronics terminal in the office. “Willard had the good sense to store his efforts using the Fail-Safe Method, one being the backup for the other. Palpable paper would be the obvious choice, but electronic storage makes sense too. At he time I was wondering why he was insisting on giving me the binary title code for such an important file.”
“We’re not dealing with the brightest crooks in the crookery.” Caraway continues her crime scene assessment. “I think this means that wherever your Willard is, they still don’t have whatever they were after.”
“Maybe it isn’t just what he knows that they were after. Maybe they want to keep the man himself quiet.’
Just like the noise muffling attachment on the end of a handgun, it’s called a silencer.