/aide-de-camp/ on Poictesme ... now he thinks he's my keeper...." He
wasn't in evidence, and he should be. Then Conn knew where and when he
had seen the man who claimed to be a preacher named Carl Leibert.
"There is absolutely no truth in it, gentlemen," Travis was saying.
"There never was any such computer. I only wish there had been; it would
have shortened the War by years. We did, of course, use computers of all
sorts, but they were all the conventional types used by business
organizations...."
The rest was lost in a new outburst of shouting: General Travis, in the
screen, continued in dumb-show. The only[Pg 164] thing Conn could
distinguish was Leibert's?Shanlee's?voice, screaming: "Can it be a lie?
Is there no Great Computer?" Then Kurt Fawzi was pounding on the top of
the desk and bellowing, "Shut up! Listen!"
"Frankly, I'm surprised," Travis was continuing. "Young Maxwell talked
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