THE COSMIC COMPUTER

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"All right; you can go," Conn told them. "We'll take care of him."

Shanlee woke instantly; he sat up and swung his legs over the edge of
the cot.

"You have my name and rank," he said, and his voice no longer quavered.
"My serial number is?" He recited a string of figures. "And that's all
you're getting out of me."

"We'll get anything we want out of you," Conn told him. "You know what a
mind-probe is? You should; your accomplices used one on my father's
secretary. She's a hopeless imbecile now. You'll be, too, when we're
through with you. But before then, you'll have given us everything you
know."

Kellton began to protest. "Conn, you can't do a thing like that!"