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"
I
’
ve
a
somewhat
reluctant
admiration
for
your
genius
myself
,
sir
.
"
Garrett
watched
a
mist
drift
by
,
whispering
and
whispering
,
shaped
like
a
beautiful
and
nebulous
woman
.
Down
a
moist
corridor
a
machine
whirled
.
Like
the
stuff
from
a
cotton
-
candy
centrifuge
,
mists
sprang
up
and
floated
,
murmuring
,
in
the
silent
halls
.
An
ape
appeared
out
of
nowhere
.
"
Hold
on
!
"
cried
Garrett
.
"
Don
’
t
be
afraid
,
"
Stendahl
tapped
the
animal
’
s
black
chest
.
"
A
robot
.
Copper
skeleton
and
all
,
like
the
witch
.
See
?
"
He
stroked
the
fur
,
and
under
it
metal
tubing
came
to
light
.
"
Yes
.
"
Garrett
put
out
a
timid
hand
to
pet
the
thing
.
"
But
why
,
Mr
.
Stendahl
,
why
all
this
?
What
obsessed
you
?
"
"
Bureaucracy
,
Mr
.
Garrett
.
But
I
haven
’
t
time
to
explain
.
The
government
will
discover
soon
enough
.
"
He
nodded
to
the
ape
.
"
All
right
.
Now
.
"
The
ape
killed
Mr
.
Garrett
.
"
Are
we
almost
ready
,
Pikes
?
"
Pikes
looked
up
from
the
table
.
"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
"
You
’
ve
done
a
splendid
job
.
"
