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The Generator
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Therewereotherfiguresinthehall,listeningwithanapprehensivecuriosity.Theofficer’shandsummonedoneofthemtoapproach—anunshavedcivilianwithashabbyovercoatthrownoverhisshoulders.
"Whatdoyouwant?"hesnappedatStadler.
"Wouldsomeonepleasetellmewherearethegentlemenofthescientificstaff?"Dr.Stadleraskedinthecourteouslyperemptorytoneofanorder.
Thetwomenglancedateachother,asifsuchaquestionwereirrelevantinthisplace."DoyoucomefromWashington?"thecivilianaskedsuspiciously.
"Idonot.IwillhaveyouunderstandthatI’mthroughwiththatWashingtongang."
"Oh?"Themanseemedpleased."AreyouaFriendofthePeople,then?"
"IwouldsaythatI’mthebestfriendthepeopleeverhad.I’mthemanwhogavethemallthis."Hepointedaroundhim.
"Youdid?"saidtheman,impressed."AreyouoneofthosewhomadeadealwiththeBoss?"
"I’mthebosshere,fromnowon."
Themenlookedateachother,retreatingafewsteps.Theofficerasked,"DidyousaythenamewasStadler?"
"RobertStadler.Andifyoudon’tknowwhatthatmeans,you’llfindout!"
"Willyoupleasefollowme,sir?"saidtheofficer,withshakypoliteness.
WhathappenednextwasnotcleartoDr.