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29437	Starzl, Roman Frederick	The Martian Cabal			.txt	text/plain	28703	2581	88	Sime looked into her warm, earnest little face. "Who is Scar Balta?" Sime asked himself after locking the door again. "You are under arrest!" said the officer, placing, his hand on Sime's he thought he saw a slight flicker in the man's eye when Sime spoke. "Listen, old man," Sime said in a low voice, "out in the corridor--" "Before you answer," Murray said quietly at Sime's side, "let me _Crack!_ Sime's fist struck Murray's solid jaw, scraping the skin off The Martian day is only a little more than a day on Earth, but to Sime Sime laid his hand on Tolto's arm. Sime and Tolto struck them like a tempest. So Sime and Tolto fought their way down, Sime pressed a neuro-pistol into Tolto's hand, warned him to sweep the "Take a neuro, Tolto," Sime advised. Sime and Murray saw in those lights only war, swift and	./cache/29437.txt	./txt/29437.txt