Last Enemy by Henry Beam Piper
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was saying angrily. "But we can't prove it."
"Oh, Sirzob, here, can prove anything, if you give him time," the beefy one laughed. "The trouble is, there isn't too much time. We know that that communication was a fake, prearranged by the Volitionalists, with Dr. Harnosh and this Dallona of Hadron as their tools. They fed the whole thing to that idiot boy hypnotically, in advance, and then, on a signal, he began typing out this spurious communication. And then, of course, Dallona and this Assassin of hers ran off somewhere together, so that we'd be blamed with discarnating or abducting them, and so that they wouldn't be made to testify about the communication on a lie detector." A sudden happy smile touched Verkan Vall's eyes. He caught each of his Assassins by an arm. "Marnik, cover my back," he ordered. "Olirzon, cover everybody at the table. Come on!" Then he stepped forward, halting between the chairs of the young man and the man with the gray hair and facing the beefy man in the light tunic. "You!" he barked. "I mean YOU." The beefy man stopped laughing and stared at him; then sprang to his feet. His hand, streaking toward his left armpit, stopped and dropped to his side as Olirzon aimed a pistol at him. The others sat motionless. |
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