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Whether we like it or not, we're allies." Norden's undershot jaw moved in a grin. "I know about the spheres, Captain," Norden replied. "I overheard your remarks to Mr. Masters. I've listened to Orkins' babble." "Will you help us?" "I will bargain with you." "For your life? You know I can't do anything about that.
Norden had its tidal creek, but Esens and Dornum had their 'tiefs' or canals.
Of trains from west to east there was only one that need be considered, the same one that I had travelled by last night, leaving Norden at 7.43 and reaching Esens at 8.50, and Wittmund at 9.13. This train, as the reader who was with me in it knows, was in correspondence with another from Emden and the south, and also, I now found, with services from Hanover, Bremen, and Berlin.
I know, more than any other living man perhaps, what those spheres are. I've seen them close at hand. Any hope of defeating them rests in us, using the meager knowledge I've gained from contact. What happens to your fatherland after the spheres finish on this side of the ocean depends on whether we conquer them, or they exterminate us." Norden stopped smiling.
"You'll go," he said. "Maybe this ain't regulation, but neither are the spheres." The stubby little secret service man pushed the soldier ahead of him. The sentry marched with his hands in the air. Drawing his own pistol, Taylor turned to Norden. "Help Orkins to the car," he said. Norden drew himself up stiffly. "Go ahead and shoot," he said. "It'll save the firing squad some trouble."
He was like a huge gargoyle at the wheel, and in the face of impenetrable gloom he opened speed until the Norden was shooting with the swiftness of a torpedo through the sea. In Olaf's cabin Alan had listened to the folly of expecting to find Mary Standish.
The visit to London meant a minimum absence of forty-eight hours, counting from Amsterdam; that is to say, that by travelling for two nights and one day, and devoting the other day to investigating Dollmann's past, it was humanly possible for me to be back on the Frisian coast on the evening of the 25th. Yes, I could be at Norden, if that was the 'rendezvous', at 7 p.m. But what a scramble!
They were the source of those tenuous flames that seemed to caress Norden. As Taylor looked at the eyes he felt plunged into the pathless depths of a vast, powerful brain. He was in contact with an infinity of intelligence far beyond limits of human comprehension.
"Something wrong with the power, I guess." "I know what it was," Taylor said gruffly. He turned to the disarmed sentry. "Has anyone come out of here since the factory stopped working?" "Nobody but him, sir," the soldier said, jerking his thumb at the sobbing man huddled against Norden. "He said his name was Orkins Jim Orkins. He works in the warehouse.
From it the uberman will rise. You must help. Prey on these inferior peoples. They do not deserve to live." The sphere's hues changed, reddish, then yellow, back to orange. "Is this Norden a man?" came the sphere's questioning thought. "Why doesn't he flee? Why doesn't he scream in terror? He's different from the others. Perhaps he is, as he claims, a superior being.
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