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way with an audible whine: the guard might not hear me. "X. 2. AY." The sorter's desk. He came in. I murmured Hanley's rating. "Rush. Danger. Special." It went swiftly through. Hanley, thank Heaven, was at his desk. * * * * * I plugged in my little image finder; held it over my head; turned it slowly. I whispered: "Look around, Chief. See where I am? Near Nareda; couple of miles out. Followed Perona; he met these men. "The big one is De Boer, the depth bandit. I can't hear what they're saying--but I can send you their voice murmurs." "Amplify them all you can. Relay them up," Hanley ordered. I caught Perona's murmurs again; I swung them through my tiny transformers and off my transmitter points into the ether. "Hear them, Chief?" "Yes. I'll try further amplification." It was what I had intended. Hanley's greater power might be able to amplify those murmurs into audible strength. "I'm getting them, Phil." He swung them back to me. Grotesquely distorted, blurred with tube-hum and interference crackle, they roared in my ear-grids so loudly that I saw the nearby guard turn his head as though startled. Listening.... But evidently he concluded it was nothing. I cut down the volume. Hanley switched in. "By God. Phil! This--" "Off, Chief! Let me hear, too!" * * * * * He cut away. Those distorted voices! They came from Perona and the bandits to me across this five hundred foot moonlit bowl; from me, thirteen hundred miles up to Hanley's instruments; and back to me once more. But the words, most of them, now were distinguishable. Perona's voice: "I tell it to you. De Boer ... and a good chance for you to make the money." "But will they pay?" "Of course they will pay. Big. A ransom princely." "And why, Perona? Why princely? Who is this fellow--so important?" "He is with rich business men, I tell to you." "A private citizen?" "... And a private citizen, of a surety. Fool! Have you come to be a coward, De Boer?" "Pah!" "Well then I tell you it is a lifetime chance. All of it I have arranged. If he was a government agent, that would be very different, for they are very keen, this administration of the American government, to protect their agents. But their private citizens--it is a scandal! Do you not ever pick the newscasters' reports, De Boer? Has it not been a scandal that this administration does very
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