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He started to reach into his pocket, but Panek slapped his hand down, and snaked the letter out, handing it to the Leader, who opened it and read it silently. Then the man looked up, his face puzzled. "You seem to have ... uh ... done very well there," he said almost pleasantly. "Our superintendent reports you made an excellent guard. He seems very pleased with you."

If such a thing were possible. But probe as he might, the way to those deeper, buried memories and thoughts continued to remain locked from him. And then Panek got up and left the observation deck.

It would be the simplest thing to kill this almost-dead body now, but that would not solve this baffling problem. If Hanlon, perhaps others of the Corps had similar powers. No, one with such abilities must not be killed. He must be kept and studied, and the secret learned if possible. But his thoughts were interrupted by Panek. "That fool bird's still there, still there.

Hanlon kept close watch on this man and his mind, and picked up many other stray bits of information, including his name, Panek. None seemed of too much immediate importance regarding the matter at hand. Yet they gave the Secret Service man a fairly good picture of the assassin's personality, when pieced all together.

"He didn't have brains enough to invent an excuse." "I wonder, then, what Bohr had in mind to bring such a man here like that?" Hawarden frowned. "Maybe a trick to help throw His Majesty off guard," Newton suggested. "Or else just a sop to Panek's vanity, to tie him closer to Bohr," Hanlon said. "A thing like that would have tickled Panek." "We'll have him rounded up, then."

His voice had risen in pitch until Panek had to grab his arm and shake him to make him keep still. People at the nearer table were beginning to look at them. But Panek was impressed now with Hanlon's sincerity the SS man could read that in his mind. "All right, Pal, all right. Don't bust a gut.

A brighter man would have wondered about the source of Hanlon's knowledge of his homicidal plans; and how it happened that Hanlon carried a supply of poison. There had been no indication that either question had occurred to Panek. The moment he got off the ship and went into the city of New Athens he could feel it.

I am not still connected with that rotten outfit, and you're wrong if you think I am!" "Don't lie to His Highness!" Panek interjected. "He don't like to be lied to he don't like it." "Aw shut up and keep out of this, small fry!" Hanlon sneered, and was rewarded with a hard blow on the side of his head that made him wince. But His Highness intervened. "That will do, Panek. I'll handle this.

"I think you will find out differently," the tone sent shivers through the young SS man's nerves, and he had difficulty controlling the impulse to wet his suddenly dry lips. "I may be wrong I hope most sincerely that I am but I haven't so far been able to bring myself to feel so. But I intend to know for sure before we leave this room. Panek, bring in our other ... uh ... guest."

The SS man had seen Panek cautiously spying on them from time to time, and when the two went in to dinner the thug took a seat nearby, but where Abrams could not see him. Hanlon had been probing Abrams' mind all this time, but had been unable to get any clue as to a plot that might upset the peace of his world, or the Federation.