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Alma is a sort of a hobby with me; I wouldn't mind taking the trip myself." There was a long pause. Powart waited, as though in expectation of further remarks, then gave another glance at his memoranda and began: "Of course, we are mainly concerned with the demonstration in Calastia. As to its cause, I may mention that Eklan Norbith was in a hospital at the time, having a substitution.
"Strap him into this chair!" It was done in half a minute. The doctor had no way of seeing how the boy took it, except that he studiously avoided his father's eyes, and that he made no sound. "Now move him under that clock!" One of the guards gave a low exclamation, instantly checked at a cold stare from Norbith.
A jerk, an exclamation from Norbith; and then, even as Fort's head fell back insensate, his hand snapped the little tube in two. "Good God!" swore the deputy. "You you've " He gasped and spluttered; he let go of Fort. The athlete dropped like a log into the bottom of the craft. But Eklan Norbith stood upright, his hands thrashing wildly, his mouth twitching horribly.
Instead, dancing lights appeared wherever he looked; tiny flashes of violet and orange, which shimmered before his pupils even though he closed his lids. "Will you ask your father to tell?" inquired Norbith. "No damn you!" It was the first thing the boy had said. And it came through set teeth, in a voice which the doctor scarcely knew. "Move him back; a little further this time."
You must have passed them to some one who escaped in the confusion; they have not been located on any one who has been captured, nor were they hid in the hall. He eyed a clock on the wall. The radical, whose hands were tied behind him, nevertheless managed to strike a defiant pose. "I don't intend to tell you, Norbith.
"Well" Fort had regained his breath somewhat "now that you've got me, Norbith, what do you intend to do about it?" "Do!" The man's voice fairly boomed. "I'm going to tear that parachute off your back and pitch you overboard, you infernal outlaw! And I'm going to claim that you resisted arrest!" At that instant he noted Mona for the first time. He started as he recognized her. "The surgeon!"
"All aboard; look out, below!" sang out a voice. It was Fort, calling from far overhead. And then, slowly at first but with quickening speed, the iron building rose into the air; arose, and floated away like a toy balloon. It was fast in the grip of the Cobulus's grappling-irons! Norbith was the only officer left in the room. He regained his senses with lightning speed.
"I know," he told the father, "that it would be useless to work with YOU. You are just fool enough to imagine that suffering means martyrdom. "But I told you that I must have those photographs. I meant it. I shall have that information if I have to torture you until I get it!" "Go right ahead!" taunted the revolutionist; but his face was white. Norbith turned to the boy's guards.
Here, lying on a couch, was a man whom the doctor soon identified. He was none other than Mona's patient, Eklan Norbith, the commission's deputy in Calastia. He was a burly, dark-featured fellow; and even though rigid in his plaster cast, he looked competent and formidable. "Ernol," said he in a heavy, domineering voice, "there is no need to state the case to a man of your intelligence.
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