en shall I know even as also I am known."_

_Another jack-in-the-box thought popping up from nowhere._

_The only way I'll ever get all of this stuff straightened out in my
mind is to get more information. And it doesn't look as though anyone is
going to give it to me on a platter, either. The Institute men seem to
be awfully chary about giving information away, even to me. George even
had to chase away old rub-and-pound (That feels good!) before he would
talk about the Nipe. Can't blame 'em for that, of course. There'd be
hell to pay for everyone around if the general public ever found out
that the Nipe has been kept as a pet for six years._

_How many people has he killed in that time? Twenty? Thirty? How much
blood does Colonel Mannheim have on his hands?_

_Though they know not why,
Or for what they give,
Still, the few must die,
That the many may live._

_I wonder whether I read all that stuff complete or just browsed through
a copy of Bartlett's_ Quotations.

_Fragments._

_We've got to get organized around here, brother. Colonel Mannheim's
puppet is going to have to cut his strings and do a Pinocchio._

_[16]_

Colonel Walther Mannheim unlocked the door of his small suite of rooms
in the Officers' Barracks. God! he was tired. It wasn't so much physical
exhaustion as mental and emotional release from the tension he had been
under for the preceding few hours. Or had it been years?

He dropped his heavy briefcase on a nearby chair, took off his cap and
dropped it on the briefcase.

He stood there for a moment, looking tiredly around. Everything was in
order, as usual. He seldom came to Government City any more. Twenty or
so visits in the last ten years, and only a dozen of them had been long
enough to force him to spend the night in his old suite at the World
Police Headquarters at the southern end of the island. He didn't like to
stay in Government City; it made him uneasy, being this close to the
Nipe's underground nest. The Nipe had too many taps into government
communication channels, too many ways of seeing and hearing what went on
here in the nerve center of civilization.

One of the most difficult parts of this whole operation had been the
careful balancing of information flow through those channels that the
Nipe had tapped. To stop using them would betray immediately to that
alien mind that his taps had been detected. The information flow must go
on as usual. There