"Nothing, Conn?" Kurt Fawzi was incredulous. Judge Ledue's hand shook as though palsied as he tried to relight his cigar. Dolf Kellton was looking at the drink in his hand as though he had no idea what it was. The others found their voices, one by one. "Of course, it was the most closely guarded secret ..." "But after forty years ..." "Hah, don't tell me about security!" Colonel Zareff barked. "You should have seen the lengths our staff went to. I remember, once, on Mephistopheles ..." "But there /was/ a computer code-named Merlin," Judge Ledue was insisting, to convince himself more than anybody else. "Its memory-bank
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