He gave a faint groan.
"Ready to talk now?"
"Damn you--no!" in a voice that shook with pain.
"Move him closer!"
The thud became a pound. The doctor looked for the skull to give way
at any moment; he tried his best to control the subconscious, but
the boy's agony was too great. The dancing lights had become a
continuous flare; the lad moaned steadily.
And then quite without warning, the boy broke down and gave out a
terrible shriek. Norbith ordered the guards to move him away from
the clock.
"Ready now?" he inquired calmly.
The boy's answer was a snarl. "No!"
"Once more!"
The thud-thudding began again, and now it had a sharp sound which
the doctor instantly recognized. In a moment the boy was shaking the
air with cries of such awful agony that the doctor--
"Stop!" cried the father convulsively, his face streaming with
tears. "God--the boy doesn't--know! Don't torture him--like that!"
The man with the metal heart said:
"Will you tell now?"
"Don't do it father!" the boy whispered through palsied lips.
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