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Astounding Stories of Super-Science, August 1930
·
Various
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"This
is
it,"
said
Bell
in
a
deep
satisfaction.
"This
is
his
point
of
weakness."
The
Master
was
ghastly
to
look
at,
now.
Jamison
held
him
gently
enough,
considering
everything,
but
The
Master
looked
at
that
fountain
pen
as
one
might
look
at
Paradise.
"I--I
swear,"
he
gasped.
"I--swear
I
will
give
you
the
formula!"
"You
might
lie,"
said
Jamison
grimly.
"I
swear
it!"
panted
The
Master
in
agony.
"It--If
the
formula
is
known
it--can
be
duplicated!
It--the
excretion
can
be
hastened!
It
can
all
be
forced
from
the
body!
Simply!
So
simply!
If
only
you
know!
I
will
tell
you
how
it
is
done!
The
medicine
is
the
cacodylate
of--"
Bell
was
leaning
forward,
now,
like
a
runner
breasting
the
tape
at
the
end
of
a
long
and
exhausting
race.
"I'll
trade,"
he
said
softly.
"Half
the
contents
of
the
pen
for
the
formula.
The
other
half
we'll
need
for
analysis.
Half
the
stuff
in
the
pen
for
the
formula
for
freeing
your
slaves!"
The
Master
sobbed.
"A--a
pencil!"
he
gasped.
"I
swear--"
Jamison
gave
him
a
pencil
and
a
notebook.
He
wrote,
his
hands
shaking.
Jamison
read
inscrutably.
"It
doesn't
mean
anything
to
me,"
he
said
soberly,
"but
you
can
read
it.
It's
legible."
Bell
smiled
faintly.
With
steady
finger
he
took
his
own
fountain
pen
from
his
pocket.
He
emptied
it
of
ink,
and
put
a
scrupulous
half
of
a
milky
liquid
from
The
Master's
pen
into
it.
He
passed
it
over.
"Your
medicine,"
said
Bell
quietly,
"may
taste
somewhat
of
ink,
but
it
will
not
be
poisonous.
Now,
what
do
we
do
with
you?
I
give
you
your
choice.
If
we
take
you
with
us,
you
will
be
held
very
secretly
as
a
prisoner
until
the
truth
of
the
information
you
have
given
us
can
be
proven.
And
if
your
slaves
have
all
been
freed,
then
I
suppose
you
will
be
tried...."
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