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.And I candisinfect afterwards."I ignored his insult.I took a wrist recorder out of my pocket."Tell her she can put this on and startit."Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"I think she would kill us if we took any liberties, Officer Gris.So just be warned that I'll have myelectric knife ready.""Hey, you weren't really hypnotized, were you?""No.But if she wakes up and finds she's been fooled with and your dead body isn't lying on the floor,she'll get suspicious that the helmet didn't work."Yes, there was that.But I didn't exactly like the way he put it.She came in, in the open-backed operating gown."That's the awfullest-smelling soap I think I eversmelled.What a frightful stink!""Overstrength germicidal," said Prahd."As to the stink, Officer Gris is just leaving.As to the soap, I'llput a nice smelling bar in the recovery room and you can shower and wash your hair when you wake up.All right? Good.Now, if you will just sit down on the operating table."I left.I went around to the one-way window.I couldn't hear what they were saying.She was on thetable but she was having to master how to operate the wrist recorder and I realized she was unfamiliarwith the clumsiness of Earth devices.She finally got it tested and running and hung on her forearm.She swung her shapely legs up and stretched out.Prahd lowered the gas anesthetic dome.Hewatched a heart counter and respiration meter.She was out.He pulled the gown off her and beckoned toward the window.I went around to the door.I slipped off my boots.More silent than a cat, I entered and stole towardthe table.Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlGods, she was a beautiful woman! No Greek sculptor had ever had a model like this!Prahd was standing there with an electric knife.I got busy.There was nothing strapped to the front of her body.There was nothing around her waist so far as Icould observe it.They must be strapped to her back! I moved forward to turn her over.I stopped.Prahd notwithstanding, I was afraid to touch her.I suddenly discovered that terror could be a muchheavier emotion than sexual desire.I backed up.Finding it hard to swallow and shaking a bit, I gestured to Prahd to lift her.He did, very quietly.I looked under her back from the right side.I went around while he moved herthe other way.Nothing.She didn't have a thing on her!I tiptoed out of there, feeling somehow that I had escaped with my life.I went into the change room and searched.Nothing.I examined the clothes she had taken off.Nothing.I looked for false soles in the boots.Just plain, black space-boots.(BLEEP)!She was a very clever woman.She not only trained people for the stage, she could also do all kindsof sleight of hand.I would have to watch her very carefully.It would be my neck if I didn't recover thoseforgeries.The horrible thought hit me that maybe Bawtch had talked before he died.Or left a note orsomething! Yes, I had no choice but to recover them.Constant watchfulness was the watchword.Chapter 11Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlBack at the one-way window, I watched the progress of the operation.She lay in naked repose, oblivious of what was going on.Prahd was working with rapid expertise.For some reason, he took a lot of measurements with a lotof different scopes and devices, cataloguing them all on a chart.Then he opened a big volume andconsulted it.From where I was I could see the page he had: it was headed "Manco." Well, he was rightabout that.She was from Manco.Then he made a signal toward the window, indicating the hall.I met him there.He showed me thebook."This lady is from the aristocracy of Atalanta."I noted sourly that it was "lady" again."Yes," I said."That accounts for it," he said."For what?" I said, irritated."The perfection.She's the product of tens of thousands of years of selective breeding.Thearistocracy married nothing but the most beautiful and bright.Do you realize that her thyroid [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]