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She had vowed to be a boy in her next reincarnation. Scotty stepped in as peacemaker. "Barby won't mind," he said. "After all, Jan Miller will be here in a few days." After completion of The Electronic Mind Reader case Hartson Brant had persuaded Dr. Walter Miller, an expert who had worked with the Spindrift staff, to join the Foundation permanently.
The same barber had tried to sell a treatment to Hartson Brant whose hair was not dry at all. And the elevator boy who had carried the scientist down from the fourth floor had winked at the barber. Even admitting that it added up to no evidence of anything, it bothered him. He had asked Tom Dodd how much JANIG knew about the barber. Tom admitted that JANIG didn't know much.
He seemed to be trying to make sense, as though there was still a glimmer of intelligence behind the blank stare. But his words were disconnected, completely unintelligible. Barby answered the phone, caught the urgency in Rick's voice, and yelled for their father. Hartson Brant came hurriedly. "What is it, Rick?" "Guarded language," Rick said urgently.
Tension swept through Rick as though someone had turned on an electric current. The tension had no focus. It was just that something deep within him had reacted. He stood up and dropped his magazine. "Dad," he said hastily, "I just saw Julius go through the lobby." "Where did he go?" Hartson Brant demanded. "I didn't see him." "I think he went through the front door," Rick said. "Better hurry.
Your reflexes are slower than normal, even taking the accident and subsequent shock into account, and your pupils react slowly." Rick came to a sudden decision. He went to the desk and picked up the phone. "What are you doing?" Hartson Brant demanded. "I'm calling Steve Ames. We need help."
He knew from the word that the scientist had immediately spotted some reason why his gimmick wouldn't work. "Never mind, son." Hartson Brant put a hand on Rick's shoulder. "The Megabuck Moll can bake you a cake with a file in it, so you can break out of jail. I'm sure you won't mind being a fugitive from justice." A harsh growl from the doorway caused them all to whirl around, startled.
Hartson Brant appeared behind her. He shook hands with Dr. Gordon as the three young people escorted him to the porch. "Welcome home, John." "Thanks, Hartson. It's good to be back. Where are the others? Zircon, Weiss, and Winston? I know Tony and Howard are off on an expedition, but I thought the others were home." "They are. Parnell Winston is probably having lunch at his cottage.
Call me when Marks is safely with the team." "Will do," Rick promised. Rick reported the conversation to his father when the scientist came in from late work in the laboratory. Hartson Brant nodded wearily. "Good. If Marks is on the way, that means he has answers we need badly to some of our mathematical problems." "What I don't get is why he's coming on an overnight train," Scotty interjected.
Morrison was an effective preventative," Steve Ames concluded. "If he is hidden." Rick said the words before he even thought. "What do you mean, Rick? No one outside the family or the project knows of his presence!" Julius Weiss exclaimed. Steve held up his hand. "Hold it a minute. We'll get to that point in its proper turn." Hartson Brant picked up the threads again.
Marks had no need for a barber, so they had to get at him some other way!" "It seems reasonable," Hartson Brant admitted. "The pieces fall into place nicely. But we must first accept Parnell's theory that some kind of pattern can be transmitted that will interfere with normal brain activity.
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