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Not only, therefore, was he justified in all he had done up to the present, but it was clear he could not leave the matter where it stood. Either he must continue his investigations further, or he must report to headquarters what he had overheard. Madeleine Coburn's name had also been mentioned, and Hilliard wondered whether she could be a member.
And then the unbuttoned shirt made it clear he had come out of his body. Physically, he had emerged and gone on. The thing lying flat that had lapsed at Coburn's feet was Dillon's outside. His outside only. The inside had come out and gone away. It had climbed the cliff over Coburn's head. The outside of Dillon looked remarkably like something made out of foam-rubber. Coburn touched it, insanely.
Frankly he thought it impossible. In fact, in the face of the Customs officers' activities, he doubted if such a thing could be done by any kind of machinery that could be devised. Indeed, the more Willis pondered the smuggling theory, the less likely it seemed to him, and he turned to consider the possibilities of Miss Coburn's SUGGESTION of false note printing.
"I have no idea," he said grimly. "What do they want?" "I would say Earth," he said grimly. "You deny that you are an authorized intermediary for them?" "Absolutely," said Coburn. There was silence. The Greek general spoke mildly from the back of the room. He said in his difficult English that Coburn's personal motives did not matter.
The destroyer appeared unharmed on the other side, its guns all pointed skyward and emitting seemingly continuous blasts of flame and thunder. The ensign grabbed Coburn's shoulder and pointed, his hands shaking. There was the Invader ship. It was exactly as Coburn had known it would be. It was tiny. It seemed hardly larger than some of the planes that swooped at it.
It was too far to see Dillon's action, but the sunlight glittered again on something bright, which this time flew through the air and dropped to the ground. The villagers grouped about Dillon. There was no sign of a struggle. "What's happened?" demanded Janice uneasily. "Those are soldiers on the ground." Coburn's fright prevented his caution. He shouted furiously. "He's not a man! You saw it!
He hasn't always been successful in business ventures, but he's always been honest. He has nothing to blush for, nothing to keep hidden. I know we'll win now, for that writing of Foster Dwight Coburn's is true. Don't try to discourage me, Thaine," she looked up with shining eyes. "You are a silent little subsoiler yourself, Leigh, doing your work effectually. Of course you'll win, you brave girl.
The most horrifying concept regarding invasion from space is that of creatures who are able to destroy or subjugate humanity. A part of that concept was in Coburn's mind now. Dillon marched on ahead, in every way convincingly human. But he wasn't. And to Coburn, his presence as a non-human invader of Earth made the border-crossing by the Bulgarians seem almost benevolent. They went on.
It will have to be handled diplomatically, so your people are back of a grand offer to make friends when it happens." He added wryly, "We're very much alike, really. Coburn's very much like us. That's why if it's all right with you you can arrange for him to be our point of confidential contact. We'll keep in touch with him." The ceiling did not reply. Dillon waited, then shrugged.
Set up an atom-bomb booby-trap, and I'll sit on it. If they try to contact me, you can either listen in or try to blow them up, and me with them!" There was buzzing comment. Perhaps Coburn's nails bit into his palms when this was suggested perhaps this was a proposal to let the Invaders examine an atomic bomb, American-style. It was said in earnest simplicity.
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