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"Better examine those men from the freighter, and have your gang follow up all leads. They'll have to break down Bohr's hypnosis to get any information. Although," he paused and his face grew thoughtful, "I'm wondering if anyone besides Bohr really knew all he was planning. I'm beginning to believe he was a lone wolf." Admiral Hawarden nodded in agreement. "I've been forced to the same belief."
Two hours later the emperor was free to receive them, and the four were soon closeted in his study. "It's a strange, weird feeling, gentlemen," he said when they had explained what they wanted. "It's almost like trying to read some other person's mind. I've felt that Bohr's influence was receding, and I've been trying to see what more I could find."
"Better come directly into this private office." When they met in the morning Hawarden complimented Hanlon on his disguise, then quickly reported he had already assembled crews and one was working at the imperial palace and the other at the ex-Prime Minister's own residence. "Good," Hanlon was well-rested and his voice was crisp. "I think I'll start at Bohr's place."
This postulates a nucleus composed of a group of positive units and electrons, with an excess of the positive charges equal to half the atomic weight, with an equal number of electrons circulating about this nucleus in rings. Bohr's theory, which is not very different from this, has perhaps even more friends, and it is supported by the remarkable discoveries of the lamented Moseley.
"Congratulations on the mop-up, which I understand was one hundred point oh oh oh percent," the officer said. "Yes, the other end's under control. How about Bohr's notes?" "They finished last night. We've got a complete list of all the underlings who knew any of the main parts of the conspiracy, and the SS agents have jugged them all." "Good work." "You did a grand job, sir.
He disconnected and handed the papers to Hanlon who had, in the meantime, returned the toogan to its cage, and now sat down. He saw the young man's face fall at first glance at those dozens of rolled sheets. "What's wrong?" "It's in code," came the explanation reply as Hanlon swiftly examined each page. "In code or in Bohr's native language, whatever that may be." "Ouch! If it's that, we're sunk.
He stepped up to the desk and looked straight into the imperial eyes. "Sire, please think hard with all your will. I believe you know more about Bohr's plans, but that the knowledge was hypnotically sealed in your sub-conscious. Bohr had that power, we know. Please try to break that seal. Bohr is dead now his compulsion can no longer bind you!"
Forget it, as you were told!" "Yes, sir. It's forgotten." Hanlon turned wearily to the admiral. "I'm minus on sleep and strength right now, sir. Think I'll go get some rest. In the morning I'll come back and we'll start searching Bohr's stuff." "Right, I could use some caulking-off myself. A couple more orders, then I'm going home. Do you want to bunk here at Base?"
They had been working nearly a quarter of an hour, sorting through the voluminous papers in the minister's desk and files, when another Corps lieutenant came in, his hand bandaged. "What happened to you, Patrick?" Hawarden asked in surprise. "That blasted toogan bit me, and I had to get my hand dressed." "What toogan?" "One that must have been Bohr's pet.
The two officers left Base, a staff car rushing them to the ministerial residence. They entered and Hawarden led the way down a hall towards Bohr's private office. But just as they reached the door and were turning to go in, Hanlon suddenly pushed the admiral past it, then jumped across the opening himself.
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