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A hundred feet away, in another room, Nuwell pulled on a pair of black gloves and picked up a short, thick-lashed whip. Coiling the whip, he stepped out into the corridor, and turned toward Maya's room. He met Placer, walking in the opposite direction. "You're going to make your last try, now?" asked Placer. "Yes," replied Nuwell. "I hope it works.
The party now came over a long low ridge, and the mass of Ultra Vires rose from the desert ahead of them. The sun was near setting, and the black walls of the stronghold huddled sullenly under its crimson rays. The Martians left them here, and Nuwell and Maya went on alone toward their goal. Nuwell expelled an audible sigh of relief. "I'm glad we're free of those monsters," he said.
Nuwell looked up and down the corridor. He saw no one. "What sort of task?" he asked, reluctant to accept the responsibility of admitting the Jelly. "I don't know, Master." "Look," said Nuwell, "I'm not a Master. I don't know anything about the summons. Someone else will have to let you in." "If I'm late, they'll let the Toughs whip me!" wailed the Jelly pathetically. "Please let me in, Master!"
"There's no witchcraft involved," retorted Goat, with a sardonic grimace. "I haven't accused you," said Nuwell quickly. "No, but I keep up with events, even out here, well enough to know that you're the Mars City government's chief nemesis where there's any suspicion of extrasensory perception. I doubt that you chose to make this trip yourself without reason, Mr. Eli."
"It's being done for a good cause, Maya," said Nuwell. "Dr. Hennessey's objective is to help man live better on Mars. After all, there is nothing nobler than the individual's sacrifice of himself for his fellows, whether it's voluntary or involuntary." "But what about the mothers of these children?" asked Maya.
Or are you going to try to pretend that you weren't the one responsible for the raid on the college?" She recognized that she was well in for it. He was not going to play a game of pretense. Well, she had tried partly, anyway to do as Nuwell wanted. Very deliberately, she opened her purse, realizing that Dark was watching her closely, all his muscles tense.
He could no longer be in it. He could no longer touch Maya's mind. He tried. He reached out again. But he failed. He was where he was. He realized he was almost exhausted. The tremendous drain of his efforts on his energy told on him at last. He no longer had the strength to try any more, and Nuwell and Maya were gone away from him into the Martian sky.
But as Nuwell reached out to activate the switch and close the gate, the Jelly, with surprising agility, slipped between him and the switch. "What in space?" growled Nuwell. "Get out of the way!" The Jelly did not move. "I said get out of the way!" snapped Nuwell, shaking out the whip.
She went up to her room. It did not take her long to pack, and to dress in a tunic and trousers for travel. When she came back down to the lobby, Nuwell was waiting, and they took a groundcar from the chateau to the dome airlock. The three government agents who had come with Nuwell from Mars City had the helicopter ready for them on the flat lowland just beyond the airlock.
She was able to follow Goat's explanations and his references to the charts he hung, one after another, on the wall of his study, but she was able to follow them only in a general sense. The technical details escaped her. Nuwell seemed to have a better grasp of the subject. He nodded his dark, curly head frequently, and occasionally asked a question or two.
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