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Stranger in a Strange Land

Stranger in a Strange Land

Titel: Stranger in a Strange Land Kostenlos Bücher Online Lesen
Autoren: Robert A. Heinlein
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looked startled. "Did they have him in this suite?"
                "What? Isn't he here now?"
                "Not by six decimal places. Mrs. Rose Bankerson-Dr. Garner's patient. We brought her in early this morning."
                "Really? But what happened to the Man from Mars? Where did they put him?"
                "I haven't the faintest. Say, did I realiy just miss seeing Valentine Smith?"
                "He was here yesterday. That's all I know."
                "And Dr. Frame was on his case? Some people have all the luck. Look what I'm stuck with." He switched on the Peeping Tom above his desk; Jill saw framed in it, as if she were looking down, a water bed; floating in it was a tiny old woman. She seemed to be asleep.
                "What's her trouble?"
                "Mmm ... Nurse, if she didn't have more money than any person ought to have, you might be tempted to call it senile dementia. As it is, she is in for a rest and a check-up."
                Jill made small talk for a few moments more, then pretended to see a call light. She went back to her desk, dug out the night log-yes, there it was: V M. Smith, K-12-zransfer. Below that entry was another: Rose ~ Bankerson (Mrs.)-red K-12 (diet kitchen instrd by Dr. Garner-no orders-fir nt respnbl).
                Having noted that the rich old gal was no responsibility of hers, Jill turned her mind back to Valentine Smith. Something about Mrs. Bankerson's case struck her as odd but she could not put her finger on it, so she put it Out of her mind and thought about the matter that did interest her. Why had they moved Smith in the middle of the night? To avoid any possible contact with outsiders, probably. But where had they taken him? Ordinarily she would simply have called "Reception" and asked, but Ben's opinions plus the phony broadcast of the night before had made her jumpy about showing curiosity; she decided to wait until lunch and see what she could pick up on the gossip grapevine.
                But first Jill went to the floor's public booth and called Ben. His office informed her that Mr. Caxton had just left town, to be gone a few days. She was startled almost speechless by this-then pulled herself together and left word for Ben to call her.
                She then called his home. He was not there; she recorded the same message.

                Ben Caxton had wasted no time in preparing his attempt to force his way into the presence of Valentine Michael Smith. He was lucky in being able to retain James Oliver Cavendish as his Fair Witness. While any Fair Witness would do, the prestige of Cavendish was such that a lawyer was hardly necessary-the old gentleman had testified many times before the High Court of the Federation and it was said that the wills locked up in his head represented not billions but trillions. Cavendish had received his training in total recall from the great Dr. Samuel Renshaw himself and his professional hypnotic instruction had been undergone as a fellow of the Rhine Foundation. His fee for a day or fraction thereof was more than Ben made in a week, but Ben expected to charge it off to the Post syndicate-in any case, the best was none too good for this job.
                Caxton picked up the junior Frisby of Biddle, Frisby, Frisby, Biddle, & Reed as that law firm represented the Post syndicate, then the two younger men called for Witness Cavendish. The long, spare form of Mr. Cavendish, wrapped chin to ankle in the white cloak of his profession, reminded Ben of the Statue of Liberty . . . and was almost as conspicuous. Ben had already explained to Mark Fnsby what he intended to try (and Frisby had already pointed Out to him that he had no status and no rights) before they called for Cavendish; once in the Fair Witness's presence they conformed to protocol and did not discuss what he might be expected to see and hear.
                The cab dropped them on top of Bethesda Center; they went down to the Director's office. Ben handed in his card and said that he wanted to see the Director.
                An imperious female with a richly cultivated accent asked if he had an appointment. Ben admitted that he had none.
                "Then I am afraid that your chance of seeing Dr. Broemer is very slight. Will you state your business?"
                "Just tell him,"

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