the pace was fast , the radio chatter constant . i ask , practically falling out of the boat in order to row . what kind of stuff did a not quite human guy have in his room ? the weights he pushed were raw metal plates that he loaded onto a heavy bar . it was a fair point , and i 'd made no further argument . would this be a red herring , sir ? '' but there it stopped ; it , too , was in the grip of curiosity . this is a surprise , the older man said . 