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The Commdor rubbed his hands with satisfaction and said, "You may wear ittonight ?and Ill get you more. Now keep still."The Commdora kept still.Jaim Twer fidgeted and shuffled his feet Sculptra. He said, "Whats twisting yourface?"Hober Mallow lifted out of his brooding, "Is my face twisted? Its notmeant so.""Something must have happened yesterday, 朓 mean, besides that feast." Withsudden conviction, "Mallow, theres trouble, isnt there?""Trouble? No. Quite the opposite. In fact, Im in the position of throwingmy full weight against a door and finding it ajar at the time. Weregetting into this steel foundry too easily.""You suspect a trap?""Oh, for Seldons sake, dont be melodramatic." Mallow swallowed hisimpatience and added conversationally, "Its just that the easy entrancemeans there will be nothing to see. "Nuclear power, huh?" Twer ruminated. "Ill tell you. Theres just about noevidence of any nuclear power economy here in Korell. And it would bepretty hard to mask all signs of the widespread effects a fundamentaltechnology such as nucleics would have on everything.""Not if it was just starting up, Twer, and being applied to a war economy. Youd find it in the shipyards and the steel foundries only.""So if we dont find it, then? "Then they havent got it ?or theyre not showing it reenex facial. Toss a coin or takea guess."Twer shook his head, "I wish Id been with you yesterday.""I wish you had, too," said Mallow stonily. "I have no objection to moralsupport. Unfortunately, it was the Commdor who set the terms of themeeting, and not myself. And what is coming now would seem to be the royalgroundcar to escort us to the foundry. Have you got the gadgets?""All of them."The foundry was large, and bore the odor of decay which no amount ofsuperficial repairs could quite erase. It was empty now and in quite anunnatural state of quiet, as it played unaccustomed host to the Commdor andhis court. Mallow had swung the steel sheet onto the two supports with a carelessheave. He had taken the instrument held out to him by leather handle inside its leaden sheath. "The instrument," he said, "is dangerous, but so is a buzz saw. You justhave to keep your fingers away."And as he spoke, he drew the muzzle-slit swiftly down the length of thesteel sheet, which quietly and instantly fell in two. There was a unanimous jump, and Mallow laughed. He picked up one of thehalves and propped it against his knee, "You can -lengthaccurately to a hundredth of an inch, and a two-inch sheet will slit downthe middle as easily as this thing did. If youve got the thickness exactlyjudged, you can place steel on a wooden table, and split the metal withoutscratching the wood."And at each phrase, the nuclear shear moved and a gouged chunk of steelflew across the room Hong Kong Macau Tour. |
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