"Her case records are gone," he said dazedly. "You must be right."
Incoherently, Marshall poured forth the story, and the savant listened incredulously, tugging at his trim beard.
"If she dies," shouted Marshall, swinging his fist, "he'll pay for it in the atomic blast chamber, with his life."
When the telecaster was silent, Dr. Haliburton stood for a long while, merely staring.
"No other would have dared!" he whispered awedly. "And there is a chance, a tiny chance. He risked his life on it. How I wish I had his courage!"
Rufus Thallin was afraid neither of his pursuers nor of their bullets as he fled from the Marshall manor. Not as long as the precious little bundle in his arms held the dim spark that was heir to the Marshall millions. Widely opened blue eyes were peering up at him, but not with fear. Only with a strange wonder that bordered on mental stupor.
"Don't be frightened," said young Rufus as they lumbered into the port aperture of the space-flyer. "I'm not going to hurt you."
He laid her on a pendant space cushion and she did not struggle.
"I'm not frightened," she said in a leaden tone. "All you could do is kill me. And I am not afraid of death. Neither would you harm me bodily, since I am no longer attractive as other girls are."