Hell, I’ll spring him and bring him here. And, Jack, you get on this and engineer a machine to make contact with him—you see the picture?” After a moment Bohlen said, “I don’t know what to say.” He laughed briefly. “Sure you know what to say—hell, it ought to be easy for you, you’re a schizophrenic yourself, like you said.” Glaub, interested, said to Bohlen, “Is that the case?” He had already noted, automatically, the repairman’s skeletal tension as he sat sipping his drink, and the rigid musculature, not to mention the asthenic build. “But you appear to have made enormous strides toward
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