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Updated: June 4, 2025
As soon as the yacht had come to a stop its thrumming wings keeping it as steadily suspended in mid air as any of the lighter craft roundabout, Powart himself stepped out upon the tiny bridge. It was the signal for a great outburst of applause, in which Fort joined as heartily as any one. "You don't seem at all envious of Mr. Powart," commented Mona, watching the athlete curiously.
He called up Powart two days after the Cobulus's sensational flight, reporting that he had been kidnapped "by some masked men" along with Reblong and the others, but that he alone had escaped. The ship, was found, abandoned, in an undeveloped part of Holl; and all signs indicated that the former prisoners had separated at this point.
Powart had not been in flight long before he sent off a wireless despatch, to which he received a most extraordinary reply. It was from the expedition which he had sent to Alma a week before: People of Alma give us warm welcome. Invite us to stay. We propose to do so. The planet infinitely preferable to either Hafen or Holl. Accept our resignations or not, as you please, and be damned to you!
He pressed another button, and when the attendant responded, Powart made a signal with his hand. The attendant turned on his heel, saluting, faced the door he had left open behind him, and ordered: "In single file march!" A company of guards trooped straight into the hall, and formed a hollow square about the table. The nine men stared at Powart in astonishment and perplexity.
And even as the words quit his mouth, the cannon belched forth. Mona removed from her ears two tiny devices like collar-buttons. She noted Fort and the others doing the same. Without this protection their eardrums would have been burst. And while the girl was doing this she heard the athlete hailing the dictator: "Good for you, Powart! It's a fine job, and I'm ever so much obliged to you."
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.
He probably represents the most aristocratic element on the planet; while this man Fort, who rescued the girl, is also probably a member of the leisure class. "On the other hand, we have Smith's agent, whose name we do not know; he seems to be one of the working class, which Powart despises. The two are at opposite ends of the social scale.
He looked around as though surprised, and protested: "On the contrary, I am really proud of his success. You see, it's this way, Mona: If he fails, then I fail too!" And before she could ask what he meant he raised his voice enough for the dictator to hear: "Congratulations, Powart! Everything coming along all right?"
Powart grasped the thought with his usual instant decision. "I understand. You are right, too. I had not thought of it before." A slight pause. "You fear that you may come to tire of me; is that it?" She nodded emphatically. "If you had asked me a few years ago, before you had reached the top it would have been different." He remained standing, frowning hard.
"I admire your bluntness," remarked the former chairman across the table, "although I can't say as much for your philosophy. It is our duty to keep everybody contented; we cannot do any public weeding-out until the others are satisfied that the malcontents are really weeds." "That is clear enough," spoke the shock-headed man. "What are the conditions, Powart?" "Nearly normal.
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