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"They haven't yet. They may. But, anyway, we'd have to check on their stories. Any other questions? Okay, I'm finished. Dr. Winston will take over at this point." The cyberneticist came to the front of the room. "We have something here," he stated, "but we don't yet know what it is. And, curiously enough, from the crude nature of the machines, I doubt that the enemy knows, either.
That meant Barby would have Miller's daughter, Jan, as a companion, and Barby was delighted beyond words. The boys were pleased, too. Not only was Jan nice to have around, but her presence they hoped would mean less trouble from Barby when they were going off somewhere. The Millers would move into one of the new cottages behind the orchard, next to Parnell Winston, the staff cyberneticist.
I'll tell Mike to put distance between him and you as fast as he can." "All right, Steve." There seemed to be no other way. Rick turned to his father and Winston, and repeated the conversation. "He's right, Hartson," Winston said. "You're in good enough shape to travel. Better get packed." The cyberneticist looked at Rick. "What did you call the enemy gadget? A mind reader? That's an odd name."
And we must also accept that they have some means of creating a mental block by remote control." Rick stole a glance at Parnell Winston. The cyberneticist was sitting quietly, his bushy eyebrows knitted thoughtfully. Winston hadn't said a word. Hartson Brant paced the floor as he went on. "We now have one slight bit of additional information that supports the theory of enemy interference.
Rick and Scotty had done so, and were almost limp with relief at finding the scientist apparently unhurt and comfortable. "How does your head feel?" Parnell Winston demanded. "Rather stuffy," the scientist admitted. "I'm finding it difficult to collect my thoughts. Parnell, why all these questions?" The cyberneticist rubbed his bushy eyebrows with both hands, a habit he had when agitated.
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