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The prisoners looked at each other anxiously. Ernol threw back his head defiantly. "Don't weaken!" he exclaimed. "The juice can't hurt you!" Immediately the guards backed out, keeping their weapons trained on the crowd. Norbith was the last to go. He left the door open; and from where the boy stood he could plainly watch the man as he worked the switches, just outside.
Fort had fouled his parachute on a stanchion, in landing. Breathless, he lay in a tangle heap, looking up at the towering bulk of the deputy. "You're not going to get clear this time, Fort, like you did that night with the Cobulus and Ernol's gang!" Norbith was saying savagely, gloating over the man at his feet. "Thought the lad killed me, I suppose. I was barely stunned.
And I've been on your tail ever since." His eyes glowed with anger. Mona watched him in silence as she circled nearer. Norbith! The commission's deputy in Calastia; he represented all that was evil and cruel in the government. It was he who did the nasty work, the things which Powart himself was too much of a gentleman to do. Norbith the strong, cruel right arm on an unjust law!
Ernol alone kept from shouting; he stood and took it, trembling like a leaf. But it lasted only a moment or two. The uproar ceased. Norbith stepped back into the room. "Well?" The slow smile again. "Want to tell now?" For answer the boy clapped his hand to his mouth and blew a shrill whistle. Norbith stared in astonishment. Then, all of a sudden, a tremendous thing happened.
Ernol only nodded slightly, keeping his eyes fixed upon the door. A moment later, the elder Ernol arrived, accompanied by a man whom the doctor instantly recognized. It was Eklan Norbith, the man whose infernally ingenious use of the clock's pendulum had wrung the truth about the secret photographs from the boy's father.
The doctor looked for the skull to give way at any moment; he tried his best to control the subconscious, but the boy's agony was too great. The dancing lights had become a continuous flare; the lad moaned steadily. And then quite without warning, the boy broke down and gave out a terrible shriek. Norbith ordered the guards to move him away from the clock. "Ready now?" he inquired calmly.
The man with the metal heart said: "Will you tell now?" "Don't do it father!" the boy whispered through palsied lips. But no Capellan heard him. The father was saying to Norbith, "I gave the whole outfit to " And then that crashing and smashing came to an end. The boy had fainted. The four felt that they understood the situation quite well, indeed.
"Thought you'd get away, did you, Fort?" in heavy, insolent tones. "Well, you get left, my boy!" "Eklan Norbith!" cried Fort at the same instant. Next second he had landed on the deputy's machine. "Norbith!" thought Mona, immediately recalling her patient at the hospital. She hesitated only an instant, then dove in a steep spiral down toward the two.
A moment later an automatic elevator took her to a lower floor, where she was greeted by a person whom Billie assumed to be a head nurse. "Anything out of the ordinary, surgeon?" "No," with a bruskness which was startling by comparison with her cheeriness upstairs. "I understand that Dr. Norbith wishes to go home as soon as possible?" "Yes." "He may go as soon as the cast is hard.
And meanwhile the boy was being placed just below, and a little to one side of the big clock. "Remove the lower half of the clock-case!" It was done in a few seconds. The instrument's pendulum now vibrated freely in the air, its weight swinging almost to the boy's head where he sat. "Move him until I drop my hand," said Norbith.
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