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.Snelzlooked at it.He clicked the buttons on the back."Hello, hello," said Snelz."Unlimited pay status? Well, it just so happens the canteen is on the way andyou won't mind setting up some drinks for me and the squad before we proceed.I'm your escort."Madison got out.The hot desert wind hit him.He stared at the huge black bulk of the castle and then hefelt himself being pushed along."Wait a minute," he said."I am supposed to see Lombar Hisst's chiefclerk, not attend a military review.What is this place?"Snelz said, "You must be new in the Apparatus not to know this is Spiteos.Where are you from?""Earth," said Madison."Earth?" said Snelz."You mean Blito-P3?""That's what they call it here," said Madison."The right name is Earth.""Hmm," said Snelz.They got to the canteen and Snelz ordered tup all around.When he had washed the desert dust out ofhis throat, he said, "By any chance did you run into an officer named Jettero Heller on Earth?""Oh, yes," said Madison."One of my dearest friends.""Hmm," said Snelz."How is he?""Oh, splendid, splendid," said Madison."You didn't come back here with him, did you?" said Snelz."No, I'm afraid I didn't have that pleasure," said Madison."Then you know his lady," said Snelz."Oh, yes," said Madison."Lovely person.""What does she look like?" said Snelz."Just to make sure we're talking about the same person." Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"Oh, lovely, lovely," said Madison."Very lovely.""But, confidentially," said Snelz, "didn't you think she was a little short for him? I mean, a girl only fivefeet two when Heller is six feet six.""Oh, I thought her slightness was one of her most charming features," said Madison."Well, drink up," said Snelz, "and I'll run you on through to the chief clerk." Other than that, Snelz didn'tseem to have much more to say, which was not strange, now that he knew Madison was a fake.Madison paid for the drinks and they got onto a zip-bus and were shortly speeding through the tunnels.They got out and made their way to an elevator.They sped to the high tower where Lombar had his mainclerical office, and Snelz pushed Madison in and composed himself and his squad in the passageway towait.The criminal old chief clerk frowned at Madison."I know you have a blanket order.You probably think,by seeing me, you can get to see the chief.""No," said Madison."Actually, I want to see you.I know very well that chief clerks really run things.""Well, you're the first one to ever mention that! What can I do for you?""Two things.As the Apparatus is actually an intelligence activity, I can only suppose that you have lots ofinformation on people.So the first one is, I want to know if you have data on publishers and editors.""Blackmail, you mean.It's a fact that we have informers in their houses and in their offices, but it's a dryrun.We've tried for years to get something really good on them but all we hear about is just domesticspats.Tiresome trash.You won't find any twists.""Nevertheless," said Madison, "I want everything on every publisher and editor and everyone aroundthem."The old chief clerk shrugged, called another clerk and led Madison to the central data console.With the clerk operating it, they shortly had torrents of printouts coming from the machine.After a while the chief clerk came over."You remind me of Gris.He sneaked in here one day and ranthis machine totally out of paper.""It's important," said Madison."It's trash," said the chief clerk.He picked up a corner of the roll and in a snide voice read, " 'LadyMithin this morning accused her husband of being an unreasonable boor when he complained the jolt wasnot hot.' I can see you now trying to blackmail Noble Mithin, publisher of the Voltar Vigilant, with that!"Madison suddenly found himself looking at reports from informers, doormen and such, who had notedhis calls on publishers the day before.Yes, the Apparatus ran quite a network.Well, he could run quite anetwork himself: he would have to see that proper false reports were fed into their system.The paper eventually amounted to a formidable bale: the rolls had had to be replaced twice. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"I hope that's all," the old chief clerk said."Well, no, it isn't," said Madison."Anywhere on Voltar or in the Confederacy, is there a realpsychiatrist?"The old chief clerk shook his head."A psychologist?" said Madison.The old chief clerk shook his head again."A psychoanalyst?" said Madison."You know.Somebody who handles mental illness?""Mental illness?" said the chief clerk, "That's a funny term.Mental things don't have any germs or virusconnected.Wait.I just remembered something.What was that first word you used again?""Psychiatrist.""Aha, yes! That crazy Doctor Crobe, when he came back from Blito-P3, was yapping about treating'mental illness.' He was refusing to go back into his laboratory because he was now that funny word youjust used.He's right down on the first sub-level here.""Crobe? Can I have him?""Oh, and welcome," said the chief clerk.And he promptly wrote out the order of custody.Chapter 6Doctor Crobe was lying on a filthy operating table, obviously in a bit of a haze.The rest of Snelz's squad had stayed outside, guarding the cart of printouts, but two of them and Snelzpreceded Madison into the rooms.Snelz punched at Crobe with a stinger a couple of times and the man writhed around, blinking.The smell of the place hit Madison like a club.Old dried blood and decayed tatters of flesh stained thefloor and furniture.He stared at the dirty doctor.Suddenly, Madison recognized him.Too long a nose, too long in limb, weirdly misshapen.This was thesame man Smith had sent to his office and that he had sent to Bellevue Mental Hospital in New York!His luck was in!"Get up," said Snelz."You're being handed over to this man.""I will not go," said Crobe."I am busy."Madison, looking at Crobe's eyes, had a strong suspicion. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlA twisted sort of assistant was timidly peeking in.Madison said to him, "What's the doctor so busy on?"The assistant shook his head."There are no more freaks being made: the chief is interested in otherthings.He must be talking about his bottles and pans.He has been working for a week on them and justyesterday, he flopped down on that table and this is the first time he's moved.""Show me," said Madison, with a sudden flare of hope.The assistant led him deeper into the maze of rooms and stopped, pointing at a laboratory bench.Madison smiled a smile of exultation [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Snelzlooked at it.He clicked the buttons on the back."Hello, hello," said Snelz."Unlimited pay status? Well, it just so happens the canteen is on the way andyou won't mind setting up some drinks for me and the squad before we proceed.I'm your escort."Madison got out.The hot desert wind hit him.He stared at the huge black bulk of the castle and then hefelt himself being pushed along."Wait a minute," he said."I am supposed to see Lombar Hisst's chiefclerk, not attend a military review.What is this place?"Snelz said, "You must be new in the Apparatus not to know this is Spiteos.Where are you from?""Earth," said Madison."Earth?" said Snelz."You mean Blito-P3?""That's what they call it here," said Madison."The right name is Earth.""Hmm," said Snelz.They got to the canteen and Snelz ordered tup all around.When he had washed the desert dust out ofhis throat, he said, "By any chance did you run into an officer named Jettero Heller on Earth?""Oh, yes," said Madison."One of my dearest friends.""Hmm," said Snelz."How is he?""Oh, splendid, splendid," said Madison."You didn't come back here with him, did you?" said Snelz."No, I'm afraid I didn't have that pleasure," said Madison."Then you know his lady," said Snelz."Oh, yes," said Madison."Lovely person.""What does she look like?" said Snelz."Just to make sure we're talking about the same person." Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"Oh, lovely, lovely," said Madison."Very lovely.""But, confidentially," said Snelz, "didn't you think she was a little short for him? I mean, a girl only fivefeet two when Heller is six feet six.""Oh, I thought her slightness was one of her most charming features," said Madison."Well, drink up," said Snelz, "and I'll run you on through to the chief clerk." Other than that, Snelz didn'tseem to have much more to say, which was not strange, now that he knew Madison was a fake.Madison paid for the drinks and they got onto a zip-bus and were shortly speeding through the tunnels.They got out and made their way to an elevator.They sped to the high tower where Lombar had his mainclerical office, and Snelz pushed Madison in and composed himself and his squad in the passageway towait.The criminal old chief clerk frowned at Madison."I know you have a blanket order.You probably think,by seeing me, you can get to see the chief.""No," said Madison."Actually, I want to see you.I know very well that chief clerks really run things.""Well, you're the first one to ever mention that! What can I do for you?""Two things.As the Apparatus is actually an intelligence activity, I can only suppose that you have lots ofinformation on people.So the first one is, I want to know if you have data on publishers and editors.""Blackmail, you mean.It's a fact that we have informers in their houses and in their offices, but it's a dryrun.We've tried for years to get something really good on them but all we hear about is just domesticspats.Tiresome trash.You won't find any twists.""Nevertheless," said Madison, "I want everything on every publisher and editor and everyone aroundthem."The old chief clerk shrugged, called another clerk and led Madison to the central data console.With the clerk operating it, they shortly had torrents of printouts coming from the machine.After a while the chief clerk came over."You remind me of Gris.He sneaked in here one day and ranthis machine totally out of paper.""It's important," said Madison."It's trash," said the chief clerk.He picked up a corner of the roll and in a snide voice read, " 'LadyMithin this morning accused her husband of being an unreasonable boor when he complained the jolt wasnot hot.' I can see you now trying to blackmail Noble Mithin, publisher of the Voltar Vigilant, with that!"Madison suddenly found himself looking at reports from informers, doormen and such, who had notedhis calls on publishers the day before.Yes, the Apparatus ran quite a network.Well, he could run quite anetwork himself: he would have to see that proper false reports were fed into their system.The paper eventually amounted to a formidable bale: the rolls had had to be replaced twice. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"I hope that's all," the old chief clerk said."Well, no, it isn't," said Madison."Anywhere on Voltar or in the Confederacy, is there a realpsychiatrist?"The old chief clerk shook his head."A psychologist?" said Madison.The old chief clerk shook his head again."A psychoanalyst?" said Madison."You know.Somebody who handles mental illness?""Mental illness?" said the chief clerk, "That's a funny term.Mental things don't have any germs or virusconnected.Wait.I just remembered something.What was that first word you used again?""Psychiatrist.""Aha, yes! That crazy Doctor Crobe, when he came back from Blito-P3, was yapping about treating'mental illness.' He was refusing to go back into his laboratory because he was now that funny word youjust used.He's right down on the first sub-level here.""Crobe? Can I have him?""Oh, and welcome," said the chief clerk.And he promptly wrote out the order of custody.Chapter 6Doctor Crobe was lying on a filthy operating table, obviously in a bit of a haze.The rest of Snelz's squad had stayed outside, guarding the cart of printouts, but two of them and Snelzpreceded Madison into the rooms.Snelz punched at Crobe with a stinger a couple of times and the man writhed around, blinking.The smell of the place hit Madison like a club.Old dried blood and decayed tatters of flesh stained thefloor and furniture.He stared at the dirty doctor.Suddenly, Madison recognized him.Too long a nose, too long in limb, weirdly misshapen.This was thesame man Smith had sent to his office and that he had sent to Bellevue Mental Hospital in New York!His luck was in!"Get up," said Snelz."You're being handed over to this man.""I will not go," said Crobe."I am busy."Madison, looking at Crobe's eyes, had a strong suspicion. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlA twisted sort of assistant was timidly peeking in.Madison said to him, "What's the doctor so busy on?"The assistant shook his head."There are no more freaks being made: the chief is interested in otherthings.He must be talking about his bottles and pans.He has been working for a week on them and justyesterday, he flopped down on that table and this is the first time he's moved.""Show me," said Madison, with a sudden flare of hope.The assistant led him deeper into the maze of rooms and stopped, pointing at a laboratory bench.Madison smiled a smile of exultation [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]