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Astounding Stories of Super-Science, August 1930
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Various
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"We
separate,"
said
Jamison
under
his
breath.
"We
want
to
find
where
The
Master
lives,
mostly,
and
then
we
want
to
find
the
laboratory
where
his
stuff
is
mixed.
We
don't
want
to
do
any
killing
until
that's
settled.
After
all,
the
Trade
has
something
to
say!"
Bell
codded
indifferently
and
began
to
wander
idly
about
the
streets,
turning
here
and
there
as
if
moved
by
nothing
more
than
the
vaguest
curiosity.
But
gradually
he
was
working
through
the
sections
in
which
the
larger
buildings
stood.
Concrete
structures,
astonishingly
modern,
dotted
the
business
section.
But
none
of
them
had
the
air
that
would
surround
a
place
where
a
man
with
power
of
life
or
death
would
be.
In
a
town
the
size
of
Punta
Arenas
there
would
be
unmistakable
evidences
about
The
Master's
residence,
even
if
it
were
only
that
those
who
passed
it
did
so
hurriedly
and
with
a
twinge
of
fear.
There
were
prosperous
men
in
plenty
on
the
streets,
mingled
with
deserting
sailors,
stockmen
and
farmers
from
the
villages
along
the
Strait,
and
even
a
few
grimy
men
who
looked
like
miners.
But
there
is
a
lignite
mine
not
far
from
the
city,
and
a
narrow
gauge
railroad
running
to
it.
Of
the
prosperous-seeming
men,
however,
Bell
picked
out
one
here
and
there
toward
whom
all
passersby
adopted
a
manner
of
cringing
respect.
Bell
lounged
against
a
pole
and
studied
them
thoughtfully.
Men
with
an
air
of
amused
and
careless
scorn
which
only
men
with
unlimited
power
may
adopt.
He
saw
one
grossly
fat
man
with
hard
and
cruel
eyes.
The
uniformed
policemen
drove
all
traffic
abjectly
out
of
the
way
of
his
carriage,
and
stood
with
lifted
hat
until
he
had
passed.
The
fat
man
gave
no
faintest
sign
of
acknowledgment.
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