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He
inclined
his
head
,
as
if
in
sign
of
admittance
.
His
smile
was
now
a
salute
.
Then
he
took
her
suitcase
with
one
hand
,
her
arm
with
the
other
,
and
said
,
"
Come
on
.
"
The
unit
known
as
"
Project
F
"
—
in
honor
of
its
originator
,
Dr
.
Ferris
—
was
a
small
structure
of
reinforced
concrete
,
low
on
the
slope
of
the
hill
that
supported
the
State
Science
Institute
on
a
higher
,
more
public
level
.
Only
the
small
gray
patch
of
the
unit
’
s
roof
could
be
seen
from
the
Institute
’
s
windows
,
hidden
in
a
jungle
of
ancient
trees
;
it
looked
no
bigger
than
the
cover
of
a
manhole
.
The
unit
consisted
of
two
stories
in
the
shape
of
a
small
cube
placed
asymmetrically
on
top
of
a
larger
one
.
The
first
story
had
no
windows
,
only
a
door
studded
with
iron
spikes
;
the
second
story
had
but
one
window
,
as
if
in
reluctant
concession
to
daylight
,
like
a
face
with
a
single
eye
.
The
men
on
the
staff
of
the
Institute
felt
no
curiosity
about
that
structure
and
avoided
the
paths
that
led
down
to
its
door
;
nobody
had
ever
suggested
it
,
but
they
had
the
impression
that
the
structure
housed
a
project
devoted
to
experiments
with
the
germs
of
deadly
diseases
.
The
two
floors
were
occupied
by
laboratories
that
contained
a
great
many
cages
with
guinea
pigs
,
dogs
and
rats
.
But
the
heart
and
meaning
of
the
structure
was
a
room
in
its
cellar
,
deep
under
the
ground
;
the
room
had
been
incompetently
lined
with
the
porous
sheets
of
soundproofing
material
;
the
sheets
had
begun
to
crack
and
the
naked
rock
of
a
cave
showed
through
.
The
unit
was
always
protected
by
a
squad
of
four
special
guards
.
Tonight
,
the
squad
had
been
augmented
to
sixteen
,
summoned
for
emergency
duty
by
a
long
-
distance
telephone
call
from
New
York
.
The
guards
,
as
well
as
all
other
employees
of
"
Project
F
,
"
had
been
carefully
chosen
on
the
basis
of
a
single
qualification
:
an
unlimited
capacity
for
obedience
.
The
sixteen
were
stationed
for
the
night
outside
the
structure
and
in
the
deserted
laboratories
above
the
ground
,
where
they
remained
uncritically
on
duty
,
with
no
curiosity
about
anything
that
might
be
taking
place
below
.
In
the
cellar
room
,
under
the
ground
,
Dr
.
Ferris
,
Wesley
Mouch
and
James
Taggart
sat
in
armchairs
lined
up
against
one
wall
.
A
machine
that
looked
like
a
small
cabinet
of
irregular
shape
stood
in
a
corner
across
from
them
.
Its
face
bore
rows
of
glass
dials
,
each
dial
marked
by
a
segment
of
red
,
a
square
screen
that
looked
like
an
amplifier
,
rows
of
numbers
,
rows
of
wooden
knobs
and
plastic
buttons
,
a
single
lever
controlling
a
switch
at
one
side
and
a
single
red
glass
button
at
the
other
.
The
face
of
the
machine
seemed
to
have
more
expression
than
the
face
of
the
mechanic
in
charge
of
it
;
he
was
a
husky
young
man
in
a
sweat
-
stained
shirt
with
sleeves
rolled
above
the
elbows
;
his
pale
blue
eyes
were
glazed
by
an
enormously
conscientious
concentration
on
his
task
;
he
moved
his
lips
once
in
a
while
,
as
if
reciting
a
memorized
lesson
.
