Court Is Dismissed
Court Is DismissedInsistently the communicator on Pollard’s desk buzzed and Miss Farragut called him. The doctor excused himself and left them alone.
“There must be proof,” insisted Carroll.
“There has been plenty of it,” she told him.
“There’s one thing that your alien brain in a human body will not do,” he said. “The rest can be managed. You can falsify records—perhaps you were a natural child of Terran parents—Terran parents with alien brains—as yours is now. I don’t know but I’ll find out.”
“How?”
“Pollard’s psychiatric notes,” he said explosively. He headed for the examination room and looked around. There, behind the door, was a pile of papers on a small table. To get at them Carroll nudged the door shut. It went closed with a faint thud.
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