THE COSMIC COMPUTER

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Massarra hesitated for a moment. "What's the dope on this statement that
was on telecast a few minutes ago?" he asked.

"Travis doesn't want us to find Merlin. What you just heard was one of
his people, planted here at Force Command. We're going to question him
when we have time. But there isn't a word of truth in that statement you
just heard on the /Herald-Guardian/ newscast. Merlin exists, and we've
found it. We'll have it opened inside of thirty hours at most."

That was the line he was going to take with everybody. As soon as he had
Massarra off the screen, he was punching the combination of his father's
private screen at Interplanetary Building. It took five interminable
minutes before Rodney Maxwell came on. He could hear Klem Zareff
shouting orders into one of the inside communication screens?general
turnout, everything on combat-ready; guards to come at once to the office.

"How close are you to digging that thing out?" his father asked as soon