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Twis
sell
said
,
"
I
believe
,
gentlemen
,
that
time
presses
.
"
Far
more
suddenly
than
Harlan
would
have
thought
the
lunch
was
over
.
Five
of
the
subcommittee
members
filed
out
,
nodding
at
him
,
with
the
air
of
those
whose
curiosity
,
mild
at
best
,
had
been
assuaged
.
Only
Sennor
held
out
a
hand
and
added
a
gruff
"
Good
day
,
young
man
"
to
the
nod
.
With
mixed
feelings
Harlan
watched
them
go
.
What
had
been
the
purpose
of
the
luncheon
?
Most
of
all
,
why
the
reference
to
men
meeting
themselves
?
They
had
made
no
mention
of
Noys
.
Were
they
there
,
then
,
only
to
study
him
?
Survey
him
from
top
to
bottom
and
leave
him
to
Twissell
’
s
judging
?
Twissell
returned
to
the
table
,
empty
now
of
food
and
cutlery
.
He
was
alone
with
Harlan
now
,
and
almost
as
though
to
symbolize
that
he
wielded
a
new
cigarette
between
his
fingers
.
He
said
,
"
And
now
to
work
,
Harlan
.
We
have
a
great
deal
to
do
.
"
But
Harlan
would
not
,
could
not
,
wait
longer
.
He
said
flatly
,
"
Before
we
do
anything
,
I
have
something
to
say
.
"
Twissell
looked
surprised
.
The
skin
of
his
face
puckered
up
about
his
faded
eyes
,
and
he
tamped
at
the
ash
end
of
his
cigarette
thoughtfully
.
He
said
,
"
By
all
means
,
speak
if
you
wish
,
but
first
,
sit
down
,
sit
down
,
boy
.
"
Technician
Andrew
Harlan
did
not
sit
down
.
He
strode
up
and
back
the
length
of
the
table
,
biting
off
his
sentences
hard
to
keep
them
from
boiling
and
bubbling
into
incoherence
.
Senior
Computer
Laban
Twissell
’
s
age
-
yellowed
pippin
of
a
head
turned
back
and
forth
as
he
followed
the
other
’
s
nervous
stride
.
