From the book:

(Warning: Spoilers ahead)

> The next day I told Parry that I was flattered but would not make pentaborane. He was affable, showed no surprise, no disappointment, just produced a list of names, most of which had been crossed off; ours was close to the bottom. He crossed us off and drove off in his little auto leaving for Gittman's, or perhaps, another victim. Later I heard that he visited two more candidates who displayed equal lack of interest and the following Spring the Navy put up its own plant, which blew up with considerable loss of life. The story did not make the press.