Total Recall
By LARRY STERNIG
Buried under layers of horror in the old
scientist's brain was the only thing that
could save the System—and Roger Kay
had exactly half an hour to dig it out!
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Planet Stories Fall 1946.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
The face of Brian Wargan, chief of the Solar Bureau of Investigation, was gray with strain and fatigue. "This Corvo North business," he said. "It's almost a myth by now, but it's our only chance. We might as well face that."
His features and that of the younger man across the desk from him might have formed a study in contrasts. Roger Kay was keen, alert. There were signs of weariness about his eyes, but the firm set of his jaw revealed a tendency to action rather than introspection.
"Then, sir," he urged, "let's take that chance. The department has located him, I believe? I haven't seen the reports."
The S.B.I. chief nodded. "His laboratory is right here on Gany." He indicated a spot on the global map of Ganymede, some distance from the spaceport.
"That's the mining district," Kay observed.