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Mistress of tormentOf those, over thirty thousand live within twenty miles of the center of the city of London." "Could you locate six of them who would be utterly devoted to our cause?" "It would not take long. The computer could pick them out in a few minutes. There are several thousands to choose from." "I have heard that the main expedition will be ready to land in three-hundred and-fifty-four days from now." "So soon?" In her surprise Gulda became animated; then the light died out again behind her eyes. "Yes. We must hurry now… As far as you know, do we still have satisfactory control over these people we selected?" "All that are still alive and in range of our transmitters, yes. Some will have died. Others have moved away from the country. But there will still be about fifty-five thousand, all equipped with receivers. The failure rate on the circuits is very low; not more than one in ten thousand a year, so there will be no loss worth reckoning from that cause." "So, in this country alone we have fifty-five thousand allies?" "Yes." "And on the American continent?" "Only in North America, Lady." Gulda sat forward, becoming interested, losing the apathy of fear. "You will recall we decided not to bother with the area south of the United States of America as not being important to us." "Yes ...» |
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