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Astounding Stories of Super-Science, August 1930
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"Which,"
said
Bell--and
somehow
his
manner
made
utter
silence
fall
so
that
each
word
fell
separately
into
a
vast
stillness--"which,
thank
God,
is
the
one
thing
that
wins
finally,
for
me!"
He
stood
up
and
laughed.
Quite
a
genuine
laugh.
"Paula,"
he
said
comfortably,
"get
on
the
plane.
In
the
cabin.
Jamison
and
I
are
going
to
strip
The
Master."
Paula
stared.
The
Master
looked
at
him
blankly.
Jamison
frowned
bewilderedly,
but
stood
up
grimly
to
obey.
"But
Senor,"
said
The
Master
in
gentle
dignity,
"merely
to
humiliate
me--"
"Not
for
that,"
said
Bell.
He
laughed
again.
"But
all
the
time
I've
been
hearing
about
the
stuff,
I've
noticed
that
nobody
thought
of
it
as
a
drug.
It
was
a
poison.
People
were
poisoned.
They
did
not
become
addicts.
But
you--you
are
the
only
addict
to
your
drug."
He
turned
to
Jamison,
his
eyes
gleaming.
"Jamison,"
he
said
softly,
"did
you
ever
know
of
a
drug
addict
who
could
bear
to
think
of
ever
being
without
a
supply
of
his
drug--right
on
his
person?"
Jamison
literally
jumped.
"By
God!
No!"
The
Master
was
quick.
He
was
swarming
up
the
plane-wing
tip
before
Jamison
reached
him,
and
he
kicked
frenziedly
when
Jamison
plucked
him
off.
But
then
it
was
wholly,
entirely,
utterly
horrible
that
the
little
white
haired
man,
whose
face
and
manner
had
seemed
so
cherubic
and
so
bland,
should
shriek
in
so
complete
a
blind
panic
as
they
forced
his
fingers
open
and
took
a
fountain
pen
away
from
him.
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