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A
monster
with
the
face
of
Death
stood
at
his
elbow
.
It
was
Pikes
.
"
I
must
see
you
alone
.
"
"
What
is
it
?
"
"
Here
.
"
Pikes
held
out
a
skeleton
hand
.
In
it
were
a
few
half
-
melted
,
charred
wheels
,
nuts
,
cogs
,
bolts
.
Stendahl
looked
at
them
for
a
long
moment
.
Then
he
drew
Pikes
into
a
corridor
.
"
Garrett
?
"
he
whispered
.
Pikes
nodded
.
"
He
sent
a
robot
in
his
place
.
Cleaning
out
the
incinerator
a
moment
ago
,
I
found
these
.
"
They
both
stared
at
the
fateful
cogs
for
a
time
.
"
This
means
the
police
will
be
here
any
minute
,
"
said
Pikes
.
"
Our
plan
will
be
ruined
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
"
Stendahl
glanced
in
at
the
whirling
yellow
and
blue
and
orange
people
.
The
music
swept
through
the
misting
halls
.
"
I
should
have
guessed
Garrett
wouldn
’
t
be
fool
enough
to
come
in
person
.
But
wait
!
"
"
What
’
s
the
matter
?
"
