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Astounding Stories of Super-Science, August 1930
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Various
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Bell's
hands
clenched.
"You
know,"
said
The
Master
comfortably,
"that
there
are
many
thousands
of
people
whose
hands
will
writhe,
very
soon.
The
city
of
Punta
Arenas
will
be
turned
into
a
snarling
place
of
maniacs
within
a
very
little
while--if
I
do
not
return.
Would
you
like,
Senor,
to
think
in
after
days
of
that
pleasant
city
filled
with
men
and
women
tearing
each
other
like
beasts?
Of
little
children,
even,
crouching,
and
crushing
and
rending
the
tender
flesh
of
other
little
children?
Of
lisping
little
ones
gone--"
"Stop!"
snarled
Bell,
in
a
frenzy.
"Damn
your
soul!
You're
right!
I
can't!
You
win--so
far!"
"Always,"
said
The
Master
benevolently.
"I
win
always.
And
you
forget,
Senor.
You
have
seen
the
worst
side
of
my
rule.
The
revolutions,
the
rebellions
that
have
made
men
free,
were
they
pretty
things
to
watch?
Always,
amigo,
the
worst
comes.
But
when
my
rule
is
secure,
then
you
shall
see."
He
waved
a
soft,
beautifully
formed
hand.
From
every
possible
aspect
the
situation
was
a
contradiction
of
all
reason.
The
bare,
black,
salt
encrusted
rocks
with
no
trace
of
vegetation
showing.
The
gray
water
rumbling
and
surging
among
the
uneven
rocks
at
the
base
of
the
shore,
while
gulls
screamed
hoarsely
overhead.
The
white
haired
little
man
with
his
benevolent
face,
smiling
confidently
at
the
two
grim
men.
"The
time
will
come,"
said
The
Master
gently,
and
in
the
tone
of
utter
confidence
with
which
one
states
an
inescapable
fact,
"the
time
will
come
when
all
the
earth
will
know
my
rule.
The
taking
of
my
little
medicine
will
be
as
commonplace
a
thing
as
the
smoking
of
tobacco,
which
I
abhor,
Senores.
You
are
mistaken
about
there
being
an
antidote
and
a
poison.
It
is
one
medicine
only.
One
little
compound.
A
vegetable
substance,
Senor
Bell,
combined
with
a
product
of
modern
chemistry.
It
is
a
synthetic
drug.
Modern
chemistry
is
a
magnificent
science,
and
my
little
medicine
is
its
triumph.
Even
my
deputies
have
not
heard
me
speak
so,
Senores."
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