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I said, "Fine, go ahead. About your resignations--"Mel said something indistinguishable--I'd caught him on a bite of steak. Hazel, belligerent, demanded: "Are you asking us to resign?" Apparently I wasn't. So they stuck, and another crisis was met. Unfortunately, by then, I'd forgotten the shock and warning I got from the cat. * * * * * Things moved swiftly, more easily. The GG took over, becoming, in effect, my staff. They'd become more: five different extensions of me,

ned.Number Four changed by the addition of an extra latrine for the second floor. Females on the first, juvenile delinquents on the second. Bennington had learned to move like a ghost, move quietly or die, on the almost forgotten battlefields of a police action in Korea. He had had a post-graduate course in the South-East Asian jungles. On the Chilean desert he had added to his skills. He moved now as he had then. But there was little reason for caution. The guards were too busy collecting

t of the "L" below them. It was perhaps six miles across; and all over the comparatively smooth surface jutted dark projections. Viewed through the glasses, they had a regular, uniform appearance."By Jove!" ejaculated the doctor, almost in awe. He leaned forward and scrubbed the dead-light for the tenth time. All four men strained their eyes to see. It was the architect who broke the silence which followed. The other three were content to let the thrill of the thing have its

our eighth landing, all that passed. For R-14 was old again, older than any of the others.And then, on October sixteenth, Mason opened the door of the locked cabin. It happened quite by accident. One of the arelium-thaxide conduits broke in the Marie Galante's central passageway, and the resulting explosion grounded the central feed line of the instrument equipment. In a trice the passageway was a sheet of flame, rapidly filling with smoke from burning insulation. Norris, of course, was in the