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Harlan
was
plunging
chokingly
through
the
vortex
of
a
waking
nightmare
Had
Twissell
tricked
him
?
Had
everything
he
had
done
been
designed
only
to
get
Harlan
quietly
into
a
locked
control
room
?
Having
learned
that
Harlan
knew
his
own
importance
,
had
he
improvised
with
diabolical
cleverness
,
keeping
him
engaged
in
conversation
,
drugging
his
emotions
with
words
,
leading
him
here
,
leading
him
there
,
until
the
time
was
ripe
for
locking
him
in
?
That
quick
and
easy
surrender
over
Noys
.
She
won
’
t
be
hurt
,
Twissell
had
said
.
All
will
be
well
.
How
could
he
have
believed
that
!
If
they
were
not
going
to
harm
her
,
or
touch
her
,
why
the
temporal
barrier
across
the
kettleways
at
the
100
,
000th
?
That
alone
should
have
given
Twissell
completely
away
.
But
because
he
(
fool
!
)
wanted
to
believe
,
he
allowed
himself
to
be
led
through
those
last
physiohours
blindly
,
placed
inside
a
locked
room
where
he
was
no
longer
needed
,
even
to
close
the
final
contact
.
In
one
stroke
he
had
been
robbed
of
his
essentiality
.
The
trumps
in
his
hand
had
been
neatly
maneuvered
into
deuces
and
Noys
was
out
of
his
reach
forever
.
What
punishment
might
lie
in
wait
for
him
did
not
concern
him
.
Noys
was
out
of
his
reach
forever
.
It
had
never
occurred
to
him
that
the
project
would
be
so
close
to
its
end
.
That
,
of
course
,
was
what
had
really
made
his
defeat
possible
.
Twissell
’
s
voice
sounded
dimly
.
"
You
’
ll
be
cut
off
now
,
boy
.
"
Harlan
was
alone
,
helpless
,
useless
…
Brinsley
Cooper
entered
.
Excitement
flushed
his
thin
face
and
made
it
almost
youthful
,
despite
the
heavy
Mallansohn
mustache
that
draped
its
upper
lip
.
