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Astounding Stories of Super-Science, August 1930
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Various
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The
Master
spoke,
softly
and
mildly
and
without
fear.
"It
is
my
order
that
the
Senor
Bell
is
to
be
obeyed.
I
shall
return.
You
need
have
no
fear
of
my
death.
My
carriage."
A
man
went
stiffly,
half-paralyzed
with
terror,
to
where
chattering
scared
servants
were
grouped
in
the
awful
fear
that
came
upon
the
slaves
of
The
Master
at
any
threat
to
his
rule.
But
Bell
and
Paula
and
Jamison
went
slowly
and
cautiously--though
they
held
the
whip
hand--to
the
entrance
door
of
the
house,
and
out
to
the
entrance
gate.
A
carriage
was
already
before
the
door
when
they
reached
it,
and
others
were
drawing
up
in
a
line
behind
it.
"Get
in,"
said
Bell
briefly.
"Down
to
the
waterfront."
He
turned
to
the
group
of
frock-coated,
stricken
men
who
had
followed.
"Some
of
you
men,"
he
said
coldly,
"had
better
go
on
ahead
and
warn
the
police
and
the
public
generally
about
the
certainty
of
The
Master's
death
if
any
attempt
is
made
to
rescue
him."
Francia,
of
Paraguay,
summoned
a
swagger
and
raised
his
hand
to
the
second
carriage.
It
drew
in
to
the
curb.
"I
will
attend
to
it,
Senor
Bell,"
he
said
politely.
"Ah,
when
I
think
that
I
once
raised
my
revolver
to
shoot
you
and
refrained!"
He
drove
off
swiftly.
Bell's
eyes
were
glowing.
He
got
into
the
carriage,
and
such
a
procession
drove
through
the
streets
of
Punta
Arenas
as
has
rarely
moved
through
the
streets
of
any
city
in
the
world.
The
long
line
of
carriages
moved
at
a
funereal
pace
amid
a
surging,
terrified
mob.
The
Master
beamed
placidly
as
he
looked
out
over
white,
starkly
agonized
faces.
Some
of
the
people
groaned
audibly.
A
few
cursed
The
Master
in
their
despair.
More
cursed
Bell,
not
daring
to
strike
or
fire
on
him.
But
he
would
have
been
torn
to
bits
if
he
had
stepped
from
the
carriage
for
an
instant.
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