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Astounding Stories of Super-Science, August 1930
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Bell
gave
utterance
to
a
sudden
laugh
that
was
like
a
bark.
His
hands
came
out
from
under
his
coat.
Dangling
from
each
one
was
a
small,
pear-shaped
globule
of
metal.
A
staff
projected
upward
from
each
one,
and
he
held
those
staffs
in
his
writhing
hands.
About
each
wrist
was
a
tiny
loop
of
cord
that
went
down
to
a
pin
at
the
base
of
the
staffs.
"Close
to
me,
Paula,"
he
said
coldly.
She
clung
to
his
arm.
He
moved
forward,
with
half-a-dozen
revolver
muzzles
pointed
at
his
breast.
"If
one
of
you
damned
fools
fires,"
he
said
harshly,
"I'll
let
go.
When
I
let
go--these
are
Mills
grenades,
and
they
go
off
in
three
seconds
after
they
leave
the
hand.
Stand
still!"
There
was
a
terrible,
frozen
silence.
Then
a
movement
from
behind
Bell.
Jamison
was
rising
with
a
grunt.
"Some
day,
Bell,"
he
observed
coolly,
"I'll
be
on
to
all
of
your
curves.
This
is
the
best
one
yet.
But
you're
likely
to
let
go
at
any
second,
aren't
you?"
"Like
hell!"
raged
Bell.
"I
drank
some
of
your
poison,"
he
snarled
at
The
Master.
"Yes!
I
was
fool
enough
to
do
it!
But
I
took
what
measures
any
man
will
take
who
finds
he's
swallowed
poison.
I
got
it
out
of
my
stomach
at
once.
And
if
you
or
one
of
these
deputies
tries
to
move...."
Ribiera
had
blanched
to
a
pasty
gray.
The
Master
was
frozen.
But
Bell
saw
Ribiera's
eyes
move
in
swift
calculation.
There
was
a
solid
wall
behind
The
Master.
It
seemed
as
if
the
greenhouse
were
a
sort
of
passageway
between
two
larger
structures.
And
there
was
a
door
almost
immediately
behind
Ribiera.
Ribiera
glanced
right--left--
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