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“I think we have rather abused you, Don,” Dr. Crandon continued. His voice sounded so gentle that Don found it hard to think there was any evil in it. “I can see that you are suspicious of us, and—yes—afraid.”

Don stared at the scene below him. After his initial glance to confirm his identification of Crandon, Don could not bear to look at him.

Crandon’s voice suddenly hardened, became abrupt. “You’re partly right about us, of course. I hate to think how many laws this organization has broken. Don’t condemn us yet, though. You’ll be a member yourself before the day is over.”

Don was shocked by such confidence in his corruptibility.

“What do you use?” he asked bitterly. “Drugs? Hypnosis?”

Crandon sighed. “I forgot how little you know, Don. I have a long story to tell you. You’ll find it hard to believe at first. But try to trust me. Try to believe me, as you once did. When I say that much of what POSAT does is illegal, I do not mean immoral. We’re probably the most moral organization in the world. Get over the idea that you have stumbled into a den of thieves.”