Astounding Science Fiction, August 1955 (British Edition) — page 119: what you’re looking at

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TIME CRIME 117 hadn’t gotten into this Organization filth,” Dalla replied. “‘Galth is that kind of man. They’ll get along all right.” “Well, she’ll qualify on IQ and general psych rating for Citizenship, I Vil ‘say that. And she’s the kind of girl I like to see my boys take up with. Like you, Dalla. Yes, of course; take them along with you. Sicily’s big enough that two couples won’t get in each others’ way.” A phone-robot, its slender metal stem topped by a metal globe, slid into the room on its ball-rollers, moving falteringly, like a blind man. It could sense Tortha Karf’s electroencephalic wave-patterns, but it was having trouble locating the source. They all sat motionless, waiting; finally it came over to Tortha Karf’s chair and stopped. He unhooked the phone and held a lengthy whispered conversation with somebody before replacing it. “Now, there,” he explained to Dalla. ““That’s a sample of why we have to set up this duplicate organization. Revolution just broke out at Ftanna, on Third Level Tsorshay Sector; a lot of our people, mostly tourists and students, are cut off from their conveyers by street fighting. Going to be a pretty bloody business getting them out.’’ He finished his drink and got to his feet. “Sit still; I just have to make a few screen-calls. Send the robot for something to eat, Vall. P’ll be right back.” THE END