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           "What’syourbusinesshere?"

           "I’mDr.RobertStadler."

           "I’mJoeBlow.Isaid,What’syourbusiness?Areyouoneoftheneworoneoftheold?"

           "Letmein,youidiot!I’mDr.RobertStadler!"

           Itwasnotthename,butthetoneofvoiceandtheformofaddressthatseemedtoconvincethesoldier."Oneofthenew,"hesaidand,openingthedoor,shoutedtosomebodyinside,"Hey,Mac,takecareofGrandpawhere,seewhathewants!"

           Inthebare,dimhallofreinforcedconcrete,hewasmetbyamanwhomighthavebeenanofficer,exceptthathistunicwasopenatthethroatandacigarettehunginsolentlyinthecornerofhismouth.

           "Whoareyou?"hesnapped,hishandjerkingtooswiftlytotheholsteronhiship.

           "I’mDr.RobertStadler."

           Thenamehadnoeffect."Whogaveyoupermissiontocomehere?"

           "Ineednopermission."

           Thisseemedtohaveaneffect;themanremovedthecigarettefromhismouth."Whosentforyou?"heasked,ashadeuncertainly.

           "Willyoupleaseletmespeaktothecommandant?"Dr.Stadlerdemandedimpatiently.

           "Thecommandant?You’retoolate,brother."

           "Thechiefengineer,then!"

           "Thechief-who?Oh,Willie?Willie’sokay,he’soneofus,buthe’soutonanerrandjustnow.