Chapter 12 THE TELEPHONE SPEAKS

Slowly the look on his face grew to something hard and round and bright. His lips tightened-"is that all?-Good-bye!" His voice sounded in the tube and was gone, and he hung up the receiver. "They make it twenty thousand-for one hour," he said drily.

Achilles bent forward, his face on fire, his finger pointing to the Thing.

"They are right the

            
            

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