u saved my life, Jon--those
snowbirds would have left me in that sandpile until all hell froze over.
I'd like you for a mate, I think we could get along well together." The
gay note came back into his voice, "And besides that, I may be able to
save your life some day--I hate owing debts."

* * * * *

The tech was finished, he snapped his tool box shut and left. Jon's
shoulder motor was repaired now, he sat up. When they shook hands this
time it was a firm clasp. The kind you know will last awhile.

* * * * *

Jon stayed in an empty cell that night. It was gigantic compared to the
hotel and barrack rooms he was used to. He wished that he had his
missing legs so he could take a little walk up and down the cell. He
would have to wait until the morning. They were going to fix him up then
before he started the new job.

He had recorded his testimony earlier and the impossible events of the
past day kept whirling around in his head. He would think about it some
other time, right now all he wanted to do was let his overworked
circuits cool down, if he only had something to read, to focus his
attention on. Then, with a start, he remembered the booklet. Everything
had moved so fast that the earlier incident with the truck driver had
slipped his mind completely.

He carefully worked it out from behind the generator shielding and
opened the first page of _Robot Slaves in a World Economy_. A card
slipped from between the pages and he read the short message on it.

PLEASE DESTROY THIS CARD AFTER READING

_If you think there is truth in this book and would like to hear
more, come to Room B, 107 George St. any Tuesday at 5 P.M._

The card flared briefly and was gone. But he knew that it wasn't only a
perfect memory that would make him remember that message.

Transcriber's Note:

This etext was produced from _Fantastic Universe_ November 1956.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S.
copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and
typographical errors have been corrected without note.

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