Now I will
give you exactly ten seconds [Footnote: For the sake of clearness,
the Capellan second, whose actual length is of course unknown, is
used here as though it were uniform with earth standards.] to tell
me what you did with them."
He eyed a clock on the wall.
The radical, whose hands were tied behind him, nevertheless managed
to strike a defiant pose. "I don't intend to tell you, Norbith. It
is true that I handed them to one of my comrades; but I shall not
tell you which one."
"Your time is up," said the man with the silver heart evenly. "Will
you tell?"
Ernol contented himself with a contemptuous shake of the head. The
man of the couch, for the first time conceding young Ernol's
presence, now ordered him brought forward.
"I know," he told the father, "that it would be useless to work with
YOU. You are just fool enough to imagine that suffering means
martyrdom.
"But I told you that I must have those photographs. I meant it. I
shall have that information if I have to torture you until I get
it!"
"Go right ahead!" taunted the revolutionist; but his face was white.
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