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.Spy-rays being useless, they had considered the advisabilityofinvestigating Eridan in person, but had decided against such action.Eridanwas closelyheld by Uranium, Incorporated.Its population was one hundred percentTellurian human.Neither DalNalten nor Knobos could disguise himself well enough to work there.Eitherwould be caught promptly, and as promptly shot."Thanks, fellows," Samms said, when it became evident that the briefreport wasdone.Then, to Kinnison, "That puts it up to Conway Costigan.And Jack? OrMase? Orboth?""Both," Kinnison decided, "and anybody else they can use.""I'll get them at it." Samms sent out thoughts."And now, I wonder whatthatdaughter of mine is doing? I'm a little worried about her, Rod.She's toococky for herown good or strength.Some of these days she's going to bite off more than shecanchew, if she hasn't already.The more we learn about Morgan, the less I likethe idea ofher working on Herkimer Herkimer Third.I've told her so, a dozen times, andwhy, but ofcourse it didn't do any good.""It wouldn't.The only way to develop teeth is to bite with 'em.You hadto.So didI.Our kids have got to, too.We lived through it.So will they.As for Herkythe Third."He thought for moments, then went on: "Check.But she's done a job so far thatnobodyelse could do.In spite of that fact, if it wasn't for our Lenses I'd say topull her, if youhave to heave the insubordinate young jade into the brig.But with the Lenses,and theway you watch her.to say nothing of Mase Northrop, and he's a lot of man.I can'tsee her getting in either very bad or very deep.Can you?""No, I can't." Samms admitted, but the thoughtful frown did not leave hisface.HeLensed her: finding, as he had supposed, that she was at a party; dancing, ashe hadfeared, with Senator Morgan's Number One Secretary."Hi, Dad!" she greeted him gaily, with no slightest change in theexpression of theface turned so engagingly to her partner's."I have the honor of reportingthat allinstruments are still dead-centering the green.""And have you, by any chance, been paying any attention to what I have beentellingyour""Oh, lots," she assured him."I've collected reams of data.He could bePage 140 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlalmost asmuch of a menace as he thinks he is, in some cases, but I haven't begun toslip yet As Ihave told you all along, this is just a game, and we're both playing itstrictly according tothe rules.""That's good.Keep it that way, my dear." Samms signed off and hisdaughterreturned her full attention -- never noticeably absent -- to the handsomesecretary.The evening wore on.Miss Samms danced every dance; occasionally with oneoranother of the notables present, but usually with Herkimer Herkimer Third."A drink?" he asked."A small, cold one?""Not so small, and very cold," she agreed, enthusiastically.Glass in hand, Herkimer indicated a nearby doorway."I just heard thatour hosthas acquired a very old and very fine bronze -- a Neptune.We should run aneye over it,don't you think?""By all means," she agreed again.But as they passed through the shadowed portal the man's head perked totheright."There's something you really ought to see, Jill!" he exclaimed."Look!"She looked.A young woman of her own height and build and with her ownflamboyant hair, identical as to hair-do and as to every fine detail of dressand ofornamentation, glass in band, was strolling back into the ball-room!Jill started to protest, but could not.In the brief moment of inactionthe beam of asnub-nosed P-gun bad played along her spine from hips to neck.She did notfall -- hehad given her a very mild jolt -- but, rage as she would, she could neitherstruggle norscream.And, after the fact, she knew.But he couldn't -- couldn't possibly! Nevian paralysis-guns were asoutlawed aswas Vee Two gas itself! Nevertheless, he had.And on the instant a woman, dressed in crisp and spotless white andcarrying ahooded cloak, appeared -- and Herkimer now wore a beard and heavy, horn rimmedspectacles.Thus, very shortly, Virgilia Samms found herself, completelyhelpless andcompletely unrecognizable, walking awkwardly out of the house between abusinesslikedoctor and a solicitous nurse."Will you need me any more, Doctor Murray?" The woman carefully andexpertlyloaded the patient into the rear seat of a car."Thank you, no, Miss Childs." With a sick, cold certainty Jill knew thatthisconversation was for the benefit of the doorman and the hackers, and that itwould standup under any examination."Mrs.Harman's condition is.er.well,nothing at allserious."The car moved out into the street and Jill, really frightened for thefirst time in hertriumphant life, fought down an almost overwhelming wave of panic.The hoodPage 141 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlhadslipped down over her eyes, blinding her.She could not move a singlevoluntary muscle.Nevertheless, she knew that the car traveled a few blocks -- six, she thought-- west onBolton Street before turning left.Why didn't somebody Lens her? Her father wouldn't, she knew, untiltomorrow.Neither of the Kinnisons would, nor Spud -- they never did except on directinvitation.ButMase would, before he went to bed -- or would he? It was past his bed-timenow, andshe bad been pretty caustic, only last night, because she was doing aparticularlydelicate bit of reading.But he would.he must!"Mase! Mase! MASE!"And, eventually, Mase did.Deep under The Hill, Roderick Kinnison swore fulminantly at the sheerphysicalimpossibility of getting out of that furiously radiating mountain in a hurry.At New YorkSpaceport, however, Mason Northrop and Jack Kinnison not only could hurry, butdid."Where are you, Jill?" Northrop demanded presently."What kind of a carare youin?""Quite near Stanhope Circle." In communication with her friends at last,Jillregained a measure of her usual poise."Within eight or ten blocks, I'm sure.I'm in ablack Wilford sedan, last year's model.I didn't get a chance to see itslicense plates."'"That helps a lot!" Jack grunted, savagely."A ten-block radius covers ahell of alot of territory, and half the cars is town are black Wilford sedans.""Shut up, Jack! 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.Spy-rays being useless, they had considered the advisabilityofinvestigating Eridan in person, but had decided against such action.Eridanwas closelyheld by Uranium, Incorporated.Its population was one hundred percentTellurian human.Neither DalNalten nor Knobos could disguise himself well enough to work there.Eitherwould be caught promptly, and as promptly shot."Thanks, fellows," Samms said, when it became evident that the briefreport wasdone.Then, to Kinnison, "That puts it up to Conway Costigan.And Jack? OrMase? Orboth?""Both," Kinnison decided, "and anybody else they can use.""I'll get them at it." Samms sent out thoughts."And now, I wonder whatthatdaughter of mine is doing? I'm a little worried about her, Rod.She's toococky for herown good or strength.Some of these days she's going to bite off more than shecanchew, if she hasn't already.The more we learn about Morgan, the less I likethe idea ofher working on Herkimer Herkimer Third.I've told her so, a dozen times, andwhy, but ofcourse it didn't do any good.""It wouldn't.The only way to develop teeth is to bite with 'em.You hadto.So didI.Our kids have got to, too.We lived through it.So will they.As for Herkythe Third."He thought for moments, then went on: "Check.But she's done a job so far thatnobodyelse could do.In spite of that fact, if it wasn't for our Lenses I'd say topull her, if youhave to heave the insubordinate young jade into the brig.But with the Lenses,and theway you watch her.to say nothing of Mase Northrop, and he's a lot of man.I can'tsee her getting in either very bad or very deep.Can you?""No, I can't." Samms admitted, but the thoughtful frown did not leave hisface.HeLensed her: finding, as he had supposed, that she was at a party; dancing, ashe hadfeared, with Senator Morgan's Number One Secretary."Hi, Dad!" she greeted him gaily, with no slightest change in theexpression of theface turned so engagingly to her partner's."I have the honor of reportingthat allinstruments are still dead-centering the green.""And have you, by any chance, been paying any attention to what I have beentellingyour""Oh, lots," she assured him."I've collected reams of data.He could bePage 140 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlalmost asmuch of a menace as he thinks he is, in some cases, but I haven't begun toslip yet As Ihave told you all along, this is just a game, and we're both playing itstrictly according tothe rules.""That's good.Keep it that way, my dear." Samms signed off and hisdaughterreturned her full attention -- never noticeably absent -- to the handsomesecretary.The evening wore on.Miss Samms danced every dance; occasionally with oneoranother of the notables present, but usually with Herkimer Herkimer Third."A drink?" he asked."A small, cold one?""Not so small, and very cold," she agreed, enthusiastically.Glass in hand, Herkimer indicated a nearby doorway."I just heard thatour hosthas acquired a very old and very fine bronze -- a Neptune.We should run aneye over it,don't you think?""By all means," she agreed again.But as they passed through the shadowed portal the man's head perked totheright."There's something you really ought to see, Jill!" he exclaimed."Look!"She looked.A young woman of her own height and build and with her ownflamboyant hair, identical as to hair-do and as to every fine detail of dressand ofornamentation, glass in band, was strolling back into the ball-room!Jill started to protest, but could not.In the brief moment of inactionthe beam of asnub-nosed P-gun bad played along her spine from hips to neck.She did notfall -- hehad given her a very mild jolt -- but, rage as she would, she could neitherstruggle norscream.And, after the fact, she knew.But he couldn't -- couldn't possibly! Nevian paralysis-guns were asoutlawed aswas Vee Two gas itself! Nevertheless, he had.And on the instant a woman, dressed in crisp and spotless white andcarrying ahooded cloak, appeared -- and Herkimer now wore a beard and heavy, horn rimmedspectacles.Thus, very shortly, Virgilia Samms found herself, completelyhelpless andcompletely unrecognizable, walking awkwardly out of the house between abusinesslikedoctor and a solicitous nurse."Will you need me any more, Doctor Murray?" The woman carefully andexpertlyloaded the patient into the rear seat of a car."Thank you, no, Miss Childs." With a sick, cold certainty Jill knew thatthisconversation was for the benefit of the doorman and the hackers, and that itwould standup under any examination."Mrs.Harman's condition is.er.well,nothing at allserious."The car moved out into the street and Jill, really frightened for thefirst time in hertriumphant life, fought down an almost overwhelming wave of panic.The hoodPage 141 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlhadslipped down over her eyes, blinding her.She could not move a singlevoluntary muscle.Nevertheless, she knew that the car traveled a few blocks -- six, she thought-- west onBolton Street before turning left.Why didn't somebody Lens her? Her father wouldn't, she knew, untiltomorrow.Neither of the Kinnisons would, nor Spud -- they never did except on directinvitation.ButMase would, before he went to bed -- or would he? It was past his bed-timenow, andshe bad been pretty caustic, only last night, because she was doing aparticularlydelicate bit of reading.But he would.he must!"Mase! Mase! MASE!"And, eventually, Mase did.Deep under The Hill, Roderick Kinnison swore fulminantly at the sheerphysicalimpossibility of getting out of that furiously radiating mountain in a hurry.At New YorkSpaceport, however, Mason Northrop and Jack Kinnison not only could hurry, butdid."Where are you, Jill?" Northrop demanded presently."What kind of a carare youin?""Quite near Stanhope Circle." In communication with her friends at last,Jillregained a measure of her usual poise."Within eight or ten blocks, I'm sure.I'm in ablack Wilford sedan, last year's model.I didn't get a chance to see itslicense plates."'"That helps a lot!" Jack grunted, savagely."A ten-block radius covers ahell of alot of territory, and half the cars is town are black Wilford sedans.""Shut up, Jack! 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