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Astounding Stories of Super-Science, August 1930
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Various
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Releasing
his
grip
then,
Kendrick
felt
for
his
wrist,
stripped
off
his
bracelet--whereupon
the
dwarf
became
visible.
His
face
was
putty-white.
He
was
either
dead
or
unconscious.
Restoring
his
own
visibility
then,
he
advanced
to
Marjorie,
swiftly
freed
her.
"Take
this!"
he
said,
handing
her
Cor's
bracelet.
She
slipped
it
on.
"Now
let's
tie
him
and
get
out
of
here.
He
may
be
dead,
but
we
can't
take
any
chances."
The
dwarf
wasn't
dead,
however,
for
he
groaned
and
opened
his
eyes
as
they
lifted
him
into
the
chair.
"You
win,
Professor--but
it
avails
you
nothing!"
He
smiled
maliciously.
"My
capture,
my
death
even,
will
not
prevent
the
ray.
The
orders
have
been
given.
It
will
be
projected
sharp
at
twelve.
You
but
go
to
your
doom!"
"That,"
said
Kendrick,
"is
a
matter
of
opinion."
Swiftly
they
bound
him,
gagged
him.
"And
now,"
he
added,
"we
wish
you
good
day--and
such
fate
as
you
deserve!"
Then,
turning
to
Marjorie:
"Your
hand
again!"
There
was
a
new
tenderness
in
its
soft
warmth
that
thrilled
him.
They
touched
their
buttons,
went
invisible.
Silently,
then,
they
stole
from
the
apartment.
Swiftly
they
made
their
way
down
to
the
concourse,
raced
across
the
city
to
the
amber
court,
descended
to
the
trap-door.
It
must
be
nearly
twelve,
Kendrick
knew.
He
couldn't
look
at
his
watch,
for
it
as
well
as
himself
was
invisible.
Indeed,
even
as
they
stood
there,
poised
for
the
plunge,
a
faint
whistle
rose
from
below.
Marjorie
trembled.
"Steady!"
he
spoke.
"Some
of
them
always
blow
a
minute
or
two
before.
Are
you
ready?"
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