"Ah," said Professor Dane. "Martian through Georgia, no doubt." He was about thirty. That's not my job. He chuckled a little at the idea. said Dane, raising his eyebrows. "_And_ your phone. * * * * *
Dane acquiesced. But that wasn't really enough. Never mind the audience, he thought. Then he heard
the preliminary clicking, just as the FBI man had predicted. said Doctor Fincher. "The jig's up," said Professor Dane. I was against this plan in the
Galactic Council in the first place, you'll remember. * * * * *
He laughed until the tears came to his eyes. He was weak. Dr. Wallace Fincher stood there by his bed.