* * * * *
Professor Manuelo Jiminez of the Institute of Higher Studies of Buenos
Aires exploded while the stratospheric jet on which he traveled was
three miles above the Amazon Valley. It was a simple chemical explosion
but it was enough to destroy the plane.
Dr. Herman Liebowitz of M. I. T. exploded in a monorail, killing twenty
people and injuring a hundred others.
In similar manner, Dr. Auguste Marin of L'Institut Nucléonique of
Montreal and seven others died at various stages of their journey to
Cheyenne.
* * * * *
Laszlo hurtled in, pale-faced and stammering, with the first news
of it. It had only been two hours that Lynn had sat there, facing
Breckenridge, blaster in hand.
Laszlo said, "I thought you were nuts, Chief, but you were right.
They _were_ humanoids. They _had_ to be." He turned to stare with
hate-filled eyes at Breckenridge. "Only they were warned. _He_ warned
them, and now there won't be one left intact. Not one to study."
"God!" cried Lynn and in a frenzy of haste thrust his blaster out
toward Breckenridge and fired. The Security man's neck vanished; the
torso fell; the head dropped, thudded against the floor and rolled
crookedly.
Lynn moaned, "I didn't understand, I thought he was a traitor. Nothing
more."
And Laszlo stood immobile, mouth open, for the moment incapable of
speech.
Lynn said, wildly. "Sure, he warned them. But how could he do so while
sitting in that chair unless he were equipped with built-in radio
transmission? Don't you see it? Breckenridge had been in Moscow. The
real Breckenridge is still there. Oh my God, there were _eleven_ of
them."