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There
was
a
yellowed
square
of
parchment
in
his
hip
pocket
--
a
relic
of
the
unsuccessful
First
Expedition
--
and
he
slapped
it
down
on
the
desk
with
vicious
force
,
spreading
it
flat
with
the
palm
of
his
hand
.
Powell
,
hands
clasped
across
his
chest
,
watched
it
at
long
range
.
Donovan
's
pencil
pointed
nervously
.
"
The
red
cross
is
the
selenium
pool
.
You
marked
it
yourself
.
"
"
Which
one
is
it
?
"
interrupted
Powell
.
"
There
were
three
that
MacDougal
located
for
us
before
he
left
.
"
"
I
sent
Speedy
to
the
nearest
,
naturally
.
Seventeen
miles
away
.
But
what
difference
does
that
make
?
"
There
was
tension
in
his
voice
.
"
There
are
the
penciled
dots
that
mark
Speedy
's
position
.
"
And
for
the
first
time
Powell
's
artificial
aplomb
was
shaken
and
his
hands
shot
forward
for
the
map
.
"
Are
you
serious
?
This
is
impossible
.
"
"
There
it
is
,
"
growled
Donovan
.
The
little
dots
that
marked
the
position
formed
a
rough
circle
about
the
red
cross
of
the
selenium
pool
.
And
Powell
's
fingers
went
to
his
brown
mustache
,
the
unfailing
signal
of
anxiety
.
Donovan
added
:
"
In
the
two
hours
I
checked
on
him
,
he
circled
that
damned
pool
four
times
.
It
seems
likely
to
me
that
he
'll
keep
that
up
forever
.
Do
you
realize
the
position
we
're
in
?
"
Powell
looked
up
shortly
,
and
said
nothing
.
Oh
,
yes
,
he
realized
the
position
they
were
in
.
It
worked
itself
out
as
simply
as
a
syllogism
.
The
photo-cell
banks
that
alone
stood
between
the
full
power
of
Mercury
's
monstrous
sun
and
themselves
were
shot
to
hell
.
