“But he got nothing this time, I am certain of that,” the chief psychologist exulted.
this“How can you be so sure?” Alcon snapped.
“Because Menjo Bleeko of Lonabar knew nothing whatever of our activities or of our organization except at such times as one of my men was in charge of his mind,” the scientist gloated. “I and my assistants know mental surgery as those crude hypnotists, the Eich, never will know it. Even our lowest agents are having those clumsy and untrustworthy false teeth removed as fast as my therapists can operate upon their minds.”
“Nevertheless, you are even now guilty of underestimating,” Alcon reproved him sharply, energizing a force-ball communicator. “It is quite eminently possible that he who wrought so upon Lonabar may have been enabled—by pure chance, perhaps—to
