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The Stars My Destination ( Tiger! Tiger! ) :: Bester Alfred
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«Did they hear you?»
«I don't know. Let go of me.» Robin turned away from Foyle. «All right, class. We're finished for the day. All back to school for the hospital bus. You jaunte first, Sgt. Logan. Remember: L-E-S. Location. Elevation. Situation . . .»
«What do you want?» Foyle growled, «A pay-off, you?»
«Be quiet. Stop making a scene. Now don't hesitate, Chief Harris. Step up and jaunte off.»
«I want to talk to you,»
«Certainly not. Wait your turn, Mr. Peters. Don't be in such a hurry.» «You going to report me in the hospital?»
«Naturally.»
«I want to talk to you.»
«They gone now, all. We got time. I'll meet you in your apartment.» «My apartment?» Robin was genuinely frightened.
«In Green Bay, Wisconsin.»
«This is absurd. I've got nothing to discuss with this…”
«You got plenty, Miss Robin. You got a family to discuss.»
Foyle grinned at the terror she radiated. «Meet you in your apartment,» he repeated.
«You can't possibly know where it is,» she faltered.
«Just told you, didn't I?»
«Y…You couldn't possibly jaunte that far. You…»
«No?» The mask grinned. «You just told me I was mal-that word. You told the truth, you. We got half an hour. Meet you there.»
Robin Wednesbury's apartment was in a massive building set alone on the shore of Green Bay. The apartment house looked as though a magician had removed it from a city residential area and abandoned it amidst the Wisconsin pines. Buildings like this were a commonplace in the jaunting world. With self-contained heat and light plants, and jaunting to solve the transportation problem, single and multiple dwellings were built in desert, forest, and wilderness.
The apartment itself was a four-room flat, heavily insulated to protect neighbors from Robin's telesending. It was crammed with books, music, paintings, and prints . . . all evidence of the cultured and lonely life of this unfortunate wrong-way telepath.
Robin jaunted into the living room of the apartment a few seconds after Foyle who was waiting for her with ferocious impatience.
«So now you know for sure,» he began without preamble. He seized her arm in a painful grip. «But you ain't gonna tell nobody in the hospital about me, Miss Robin. Nobody.»
«Let go of me!» Robin lashed him across his face. «Beast! Savage! Don't you dare touch me!»
Foyle released her and stepped back. The impact of her revulsion made him turn away angrily to conceal his face.
«Did they hear you?»
«I don't know. Let go of me.» Robin turned away from Foyle. «All right, class. We're finished for the day. All back to school for the hospital bus. You jaunte first, Sgt. Logan. Remember: L-E-S. Location. Elevation. Situation . . .»
«What do you want?» Foyle growled, «A pay-off, you?»
«Be quiet. Stop making a scene. Now don't hesitate, Chief Harris. Step up and jaunte off.»
«I want to talk to you,»
«Certainly not. Wait your turn, Mr. Peters. Don't be in such a hurry.» «You going to report me in the hospital?»
«Naturally.»
«I want to talk to you.»
«They gone now, all. We got time. I'll meet you in your apartment.» «My apartment?» Robin was genuinely frightened.
«In Green Bay, Wisconsin.»
«This is absurd. I've got nothing to discuss with this…”
«You got plenty, Miss Robin. You got a family to discuss.»
Foyle grinned at the terror she radiated. «Meet you in your apartment,» he repeated.
«You can't possibly know where it is,» she faltered.
«Just told you, didn't I?»
«Y…You couldn't possibly jaunte that far. You…»
«No?» The mask grinned. «You just told me I was mal-that word. You told the truth, you. We got half an hour. Meet you there.»
Robin Wednesbury's apartment was in a massive building set alone on the shore of Green Bay. The apartment house looked as though a magician had removed it from a city residential area and abandoned it amidst the Wisconsin pines. Buildings like this were a commonplace in the jaunting world. With self-contained heat and light plants, and jaunting to solve the transportation problem, single and multiple dwellings were built in desert, forest, and wilderness.
The apartment itself was a four-room flat, heavily insulated to protect neighbors from Robin's telesending. It was crammed with books, music, paintings, and prints . . . all evidence of the cultured and lonely life of this unfortunate wrong-way telepath.
Robin jaunted into the living room of the apartment a few seconds after Foyle who was waiting for her with ferocious impatience.
«So now you know for sure,» he began without preamble. He seized her arm in a painful grip. «But you ain't gonna tell nobody in the hospital about me, Miss Robin. Nobody.»
«Let go of me!» Robin lashed him across his face. «Beast! Savage! Don't you dare touch me!»
Foyle released her and stepped back. The impact of her revulsion made him turn away angrily to conceal his face.