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 ment. Occasionally, for a few seconds at a time, the control pilot might have me in sight; but he seemed to require a clear view for several seconds before he could effectively direct the mechanism at me.

He, I was saying in my mind when reckoning with that pilot. I did not pass close enough to see him; but it was a man, I felt certain—a man who had sent down Selby and Kent and Pete.

A man piloted that control plane and aimed the mechanism; a man had made and to his purposes employed the effigy of that girl.

Why?

The idea of mere escape no longer appealed tome. I looked over the edge at Pete's legs and knew that he expected of me more than escape.