THE COSMIC COMPUTER

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fidgeting, he wound up with: "Now, only about a dozen of us were at the
informal meeting in Mr. Fawzi's office, yesterday. Conn, would you
please repeat what you told us? Elaborate as you see fit."

Conn rose. He talked briefly about his studies on Terra to qualify
himself as an expert. Then he began describing the wealth of abandoned
and still undiscovered Federation[Pg 36] war material and the many
installations of which he had learned, careful to avoid giving clues to
exact locations. The spaceport; the underground duplicate Force Command
Headquarters; the vast underground arsenals and shops and supply depots.
Everybody was awed, even his father; he hadn't had time to tell him more
than a fraction of it.

Finally, somebody from the long table interrupted:

"Well, Conn; how about Merlin? That's what we're interested in."