From that time on she had
absolute and unquestioning confidence in all that was told her. In
her eyes, the twelve were simply angels or gods who had seen fit to
clothe themselves queerly and act human.
Supper over, she felt immensely tired. All the strain of the past
three weeks had to have its reaction. Like a very tired, sleepy
child, she was led to a room in another part of the building, where
she was shown an ordinary sleeping-cot. She promptly pulled the
mattress onto the floor, where she considered it belonged, and fell
fast asleep.
Meanwhile, back on the earth, Van Emmon and Smith had lost no time
in making use of the doctor's description of the twelve. Within a
few minutes they had new agents; Van Emmon used Somat's eyes and
ears, while Smith got in touch with the elderly bearded man at the
head of the table. His name was Deltos.
"A very striking confirmation of the old legends," he was saying
through a big yawn, as Smith made connection. He used a colloquial
type of language, quite different from the lofty, dignified speech
of the Sanusians.
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