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23102	Fyfe, H. B. (Horace Bowne)	This World Must Die!			.txt	text/plain	8065	765	87	[Illustration: The girl clawed at Brecken's face as he raised the metal Lou Phillips sat on the cold metal deck of the control room, seething Phillips and the girl looked at each other; she shrugged, and they too Truesdale had a point there, Phillips felt. Donna turned desperately to Phillips. Phillips was right when he guessed that the door beyond opened into the "Make a little room," he said, looking down to Brecken. "This must be where they set controls for launching," guessed Phillips, occurred to Phillips for a fleeting lapse of time that old Varret had _I'll bet_, thought Phillips, _that old Varret slipped up in your case, "He bumped his head on the bulkhead," said Phillips shortly. "Phillips, you better be careful with those things!" quavered Truesdale In the control room, he found Donna and Truesdale peering into the "Reasonably," said Phillips. Phillips was watching Truesdale.	./cache/23102.txt	./txt/23102.txt