p!"

Quickly, he told Spaulding what the situation was as he had been able to
piece it together from Rafe's secondary thoughts.

"Ye Gods!" Colonel Spaulding slapped at his brow. Then he grabbed for the
telephone and started dialing.

Lenny dropped into one of the chairs, closed his eyes, and concentrated.

_Rafe! Rafe! Listen to me! Rafe!_

"_Then the richest dealer, Mulai Hassan, eyed the gem and coolly
Said, 'The thing is but a common tumbler-bottom, nothing more!'
Whereupon, the King's Assassin drew his sword, and Mulai Hassan
Never peddled rings again upon the Nile's primeval shore._"

But below the interference came Rafe's thoughts. And the one thing of
primary importance to him was to get the information on the heat-beam
generator to the United States.

No bigotry, no matter how strong, is totally impregnable. Even the most
narrow-minded racial bigot will make an exception if a person of the
despised race risks his own life to save the life of the bigot or someone
the bigot loves. The bigotry doesn't collapse--not by a long shot. But an
exception is made in that one case.

Lenny Poe made an exception. Any information that was worth his brother's
life was _Important_! Therefore, it was not, could not be, scientific
gobbledegook, no matter how it sounded.

_Rafe, give it to me! Try me! I can copy it!_

"_Then Abdullah abd Almahdi faintly said the stone was shoddy,
But he thought that, in a pinch, he might bid fifty cents himself.
There ensued a slight commotion where he could repent the notion,
And Abdullah was promoted to the Oriental Shelf._"

_Rafe! Stop singing that stupid song and give me the stuff! She can't
learn anything if you just think about that theory stuff. She already
knows that! Come on! Give!_

Lenny Poe grabbed a pencil and a sheaf of paper from the colonel's desk
and began writing frantically as the _Song of the Egyptian Diamond_
stopped suddenly.

* * * * *

Words. Nonsense words. That's all most of the stuff was to Lenny. It
didn't matter. He spelled them as he thought they should be, and if he
made a mistake, Rafe would correct him.

Rafe tried to keep a picture of the words as they would look if printed
while he thought them verbally, and that helped. The information came
across in the only way it could come across--not as concepts, but as
symbols.

Lenny hardly noticed that the Secretary of