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“Like something you’d cook up, Mr. Correy!” I said promptly. “And I believe, as you do, that if it works at all, we’ll find out something interesting.”

We equipped ourselves with menores, adjusted to maximum power, and silently filed into the stateroom adjacent to Tipene’s.

He was moving about slowly, apparently undressing, for we heard first one boot and then another drop to the floor. And we could sense vague emanations, too faint to be intelligible, and unmistakably coming from him.

“Probably sitting on the edge of his bunk,” whispered Correy. “When he lies down, it’ll work like a charm!”

It did—almost too well. Suddenly we caught a strong emanation, in the Universal language.

“S

“They can’t be very intelligent—to think I’d come back with tribute to pay for the spiders that fool Hanson and his men killed. Why, the ship’s rays could wipe them all out, drill a hole in the ground—they didn’t realize that. Thought that by holding Brady and that conceited Inverness for hostages, they’d be safe—and I’d be idiotic enough to not see this chance to get all the glory of the expedition for myself—instead of sharing it with those two. You’re a quick thinker, Tipene—the true, ruthless, scientific mind....”