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Coburn knew that absolutely nothing could be done with a man who was trying to show off his shrewdness to his listening superiors. He said disgustedly: "That's the last straw. Go to hell!" A loud-speaker spoke suddenly. Its tone was authoritative, and there were little cracklings of static in it from its passage across the Atlantic. "That line of questioning can be dropped, Captain. Mr.
Fearing lest if they began a desultory conversation he might be tricked by his astute opponent into giving himself away, he left the latter no opportunity to make a remark, but plunged at once into his subject. "I feel myself, Mr. Coburn," he began, "not a little in your debt for granting me this interview.
"I wouldn't know," said the ensign. "I don't know anything I haven't told," said Coburn grimly, "and the creatures can't suppress any information by killing me now. Anyhow, if they'd wanted to they'd have done it." A dull, faint sound came from high overhead. Coburn stepped out from under the shelter of the upper works of the island. He stared up into the sky.
He looked at Coburn, and Coburn said in a grating voice: "I see." Dillon said distressedly: "One can't let them slit the throats of sleeping men! I'll have to stay here to keep them from going at it again. I say, Coburn, will you take one of their staff cars and run on down somewhere and tell the Greek government what's happened here? Something should be done about it!
Water reared up in wing-like sheets on either side. The staff car climbed out, rocking, on the farther side. Coburn put it to the ascent beyond. The trail turned and climbed and descended as the stony masses of the hills required. "He's from another world!" repeated Janice. Her teeth chattered. "What do they want creatures like him? How how many of them are there? Anybody could be one of them!
No man could run as you ran down into this village. And I saw that body you're wearing when you weren't in it! I followed you up the cliff when " Coburn's voice was ragingly sarcastic "when you were taking pictures!" Dillon's face went impassive. Then he said: "Well?" "Will you let me scratch your finger?" demanded Coburn almost hysterically.
What do they want?" "This is a pretty good world," said Coburn fiercely. "And his kind will want it. We're merely the natives, the aborigines, to them. Maybe they plan to wipe us out, or enslave us. But they won't! We can spot them now! They don't bleed. Scratch one and you find foam-rubber. X-rays will spot them.
He asked mildly if creatures Invaders who could travel between the stars were unlikely to be able to make atom bombs if they wanted to. There was no answer. But somebody led Coburn into an office where this carrier's skipper was at his desk. He looked at Coburn with a sardonic, unfriendly eye. "Mr. Coburn, I believe," he said remotely. "You've been very well staged-managed by your friends, Mr.
Although Madeleine Coburn had been in his thoughts more or less continuously since he returned to town, he had never mentioned her name, and he was not sure that he wanted to now. "Sorry I spoke, old man," Hilliard went on. "Don't mind answering." Merriman came to a decision. "Not at all" he answered slowly. "I'm a fool to make any mystery of it. I'll tell you.
"No, only an acquaintance, but I'm going to tell you the whole story, and I may as well say, once for all, that it is my earnest hope some day to marry Miss Coburn." Willis bowed and inquired, "Is Miss Coburn's name Madeleine?" "Yes," Merriman answered, surprise and eagerness growing in his face.
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