_his_ plans, _his_ direction. And an era of peace,and stability and rich commerce would commence at long last. The sheafof papers grew larger and larger as Roger emptied out the files: plansof war, plans of conquest, of slavery--he aimed the heat-pistol at thepile, saw it spring into yellow flame, and circle up to the vaultedceiling in blue smoke.
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And then he sat down, panting, and flipped the visiphone switch. "Sendone man, unarmed, to the building across the courtyard. Have him bringMartin Drengo to me."
The deputy's eyes widened on the screen. "Unarmed, sir?"
"Unarmed," Roger repeated. "By order of your Dictator."
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