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that picture with the frozen awkwardness he had observed in all her movements the day before Dr
Gloge felt his last doubts resolve.
It was in the human species that Point Omega Stimulation would achieve its purpose.
His only regret now was that he had not arrived even as much as ten minutes earlier. The girl obviously
had come to see Strather, had been with him until now. If he had found them together, examination on a
comparison basis could have been made of them simultaneously.'
The thought did not in the least diminish the tingling excitement that filled him as he watched Barbara's
brown car pull out into the street and move away. He waited until her car was out of sight, then drove the
truck down to the alley beside the apartment building and turned in to it His intention was to give Strather
a careful physical examination.
A few minutes later Dr Gloge watched a pointer in the small instrument he was holding drop to the zero
mark on the dial. Pulling off the respirator clamped over his mouth and nose, he stood looking down at
the body of Vincent Strather sprawled on the living-room couch.
Vincent Strather's appearance was much less satisfactory than he had expected. Of course, the young
man's reddened face and bloodshot eyes might be due to the paralyzing gas Dr Gloge had released into
the apartment as he edged open the back door. But there were other signs of disturbance: tension,
distended blood vessels, skin discoloration By comparison with Barbara Ellington's vigor and high spirits,
Strather looked drab and unimpressive.
Nevertheless, he had survived the first shot.
Gloge straightened, studied the motionless figure again, then went about the apartment quietly closing the
window he had opened exactly one minute after releasing the instantly effective gas. The gas had
dissipated now. When its effect on Strather wore off an hour or so from now, there would be nothing to
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tell the subject that anything had occurred here after Barbara Ellington had left.
Tomorrow he would return and give Strather the second shot.
As he locked the back door behind him and walked over to the panel truck, Dr Gloge decided that he
would have to come back and check both his subjects that night.
He felt extremely confident. It seemed to him that before anyone found out that it had been started, the
Point Omega Stimulation experiment on human beings would have run its course.
IV
Hammond heard the bell sound as he was shaving in the bathroom of his living quarters, which were
located behind his office. He paused, then deliberately put down his razor and activated a hidden
microphone in the wall,
'Yes, John?' Helen's voice came.
'Who came in?'
'Why only Barbara.' She sounded surprised. 'What makes you ask?'
'The life-range indicator just now registered an over-six read.'
'OnBarbara!' Helen sounded incredulous.
'On somebody,' said Hammond. 'Better have Special Servicing check the indicator out. Nobody else
came in?'
'No.'
'Well check it.' He broke the connection and finished shaving.
The buzzer sounded in Barbara's office a little later the signal that she was to report with her
notebook to Hammond's office. She went, curious, wondering if he would notice any change in her.
Much more important was her own desire to take a closer look at this strange, powerful man who was
her boss.
She walked into Hammond's office and was about to sit in the chair he motioned her to, when something
in his manner warned her. Barbara made an apologetic gesture.
'Oh, Mr. Hammond excuse me a moment.'
She hurried out of the office and down the hall to the washroom. The moment she was inside; she closed
her eyes and mentally relived her exact feelings at the instant she had sensed whatever' it was.
Not Hammond at all, she realized. It was the chair that had given forth some kind of energy flow. Eyes
still closed, she strove to perceive what within herself had been affected. There seemed to be an exact
spot in her brain that responded each time she reviewed the moment she had started to sit down.
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She couldn't decide what the response was. But she thought 'I don't have to let it be affected now that I
know.'
Relieved, she returned to Hammond's office, seated herself in the chair, and smiled at Hammond where
he sat behind his great, gleaming, mahogany desk.
'I'm sorry,' she said. 'But I'm ready now.'
* *
During the half-hour that followed, she took shorthand with a tiny portion of her mind, and with the rest
fought off a steady, progressively more aware battle against the energy pressure that flowed up at her in
rhythmic waves from the chair.
She had by now decided it was a nerve center that reacted to hypnotic suggestion, and so when
Hammond' said suddenly, 'Close your eyes, Barbara!' she complied at once.
'Raise your right hand!' he commanded.
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that picture with the frozen awkwardness he had observed in all her movements the day before Dr
Gloge felt his last doubts resolve.
It was in the human species that Point Omega Stimulation would achieve its purpose.
His only regret now was that he had not arrived even as much as ten minutes earlier. The girl obviously
had come to see Strather, had been with him until now. If he had found them together, examination on a
comparison basis could have been made of them simultaneously.'
The thought did not in the least diminish the tingling excitement that filled him as he watched Barbara's
brown car pull out into the street and move away. He waited until her car was out of sight, then drove the
truck down to the alley beside the apartment building and turned in to it His intention was to give Strather
a careful physical examination.
A few minutes later Dr Gloge watched a pointer in the small instrument he was holding drop to the zero
mark on the dial. Pulling off the respirator clamped over his mouth and nose, he stood looking down at
the body of Vincent Strather sprawled on the living-room couch.
Vincent Strather's appearance was much less satisfactory than he had expected. Of course, the young
man's reddened face and bloodshot eyes might be due to the paralyzing gas Dr Gloge had released into
the apartment as he edged open the back door. But there were other signs of disturbance: tension,
distended blood vessels, skin discoloration By comparison with Barbara Ellington's vigor and high spirits,
Strather looked drab and unimpressive.
Nevertheless, he had survived the first shot.
Gloge straightened, studied the motionless figure again, then went about the apartment quietly closing the
window he had opened exactly one minute after releasing the instantly effective gas. The gas had
dissipated now. When its effect on Strather wore off an hour or so from now, there would be nothing to
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tell the subject that anything had occurred here after Barbara Ellington had left.
Tomorrow he would return and give Strather the second shot.
As he locked the back door behind him and walked over to the panel truck, Dr Gloge decided that he
would have to come back and check both his subjects that night.
He felt extremely confident. It seemed to him that before anyone found out that it had been started, the
Point Omega Stimulation experiment on human beings would have run its course.
IV
Hammond heard the bell sound as he was shaving in the bathroom of his living quarters, which were
located behind his office. He paused, then deliberately put down his razor and activated a hidden
microphone in the wall,
'Yes, John?' Helen's voice came.
'Who came in?'
'Why only Barbara.' She sounded surprised. 'What makes you ask?'
'The life-range indicator just now registered an over-six read.'
'OnBarbara!' Helen sounded incredulous.
'On somebody,' said Hammond. 'Better have Special Servicing check the indicator out. Nobody else
came in?'
'No.'
'Well check it.' He broke the connection and finished shaving.
The buzzer sounded in Barbara's office a little later the signal that she was to report with her
notebook to Hammond's office. She went, curious, wondering if he would notice any change in her.
Much more important was her own desire to take a closer look at this strange, powerful man who was
her boss.
She walked into Hammond's office and was about to sit in the chair he motioned her to, when something
in his manner warned her. Barbara made an apologetic gesture.
'Oh, Mr. Hammond excuse me a moment.'
She hurried out of the office and down the hall to the washroom. The moment she was inside; she closed
her eyes and mentally relived her exact feelings at the instant she had sensed whatever' it was.
Not Hammond at all, she realized. It was the chair that had given forth some kind of energy flow. Eyes
still closed, she strove to perceive what within herself had been affected. There seemed to be an exact
spot in her brain that responded each time she reviewed the moment she had started to sit down.
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She couldn't decide what the response was. But she thought 'I don't have to let it be affected now that I
know.'
Relieved, she returned to Hammond's office, seated herself in the chair, and smiled at Hammond where
he sat behind his great, gleaming, mahogany desk.
'I'm sorry,' she said. 'But I'm ready now.'
* *
During the half-hour that followed, she took shorthand with a tiny portion of her mind, and with the rest
fought off a steady, progressively more aware battle against the energy pressure that flowed up at her in
rhythmic waves from the chair.
She had by now decided it was a nerve center that reacted to hypnotic suggestion, and so when
Hammond' said suddenly, 'Close your eyes, Barbara!' she complied at once.
'Raise your right hand!' he commanded.
Up came her right hand, with the pen in it. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]