Astounding Science Fiction, August 1955 (British Edition) — page 89: what you’re looking at

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TIME CRIME 87 able First Level dress, and Nindrandigro, in one of his master’s evening suits, emerged. Salgath Trod waited until they had gone down the hall to the antigray shaft, and then he turned on the visiphone, checked the security, set it for sealed beam communication, and punched out a combination. A girl in a green tunic looked out of the screen. ‘“‘Paratime Police,’’ she said. “‘Office of Chief Tortha.”’ “IT am Executive Councilman Salgath Trod,”’ he told her. “I am, and for the past fifteen years have been, criminally involved with the organization responsible for the slave trade which recently came to light on Third Level Esaron. I give myself up unconditionally; I am willing to make full con- fession under narco-hypnosis, and will accept whatever disposition of my case is lawfully judged fit. You'll have to send an escort for me; I might start from my apartment alone, but I’d be killed before I got to your head- quarters—” The girl, who had begun to listen in the bored manner of public servants phone girls, was staring wide-eyed. “Just a moment, Councilman Salgath; V’ll put you through to Chief Tortha.”’ The dinner lacked a half hour of being served ; Thalvan Dras’ guests loitered about the drawing room, sampling appetizers and chilled drinks and chatting in groups. It wasn’t the artistic crowd usual at Thalvan Dras’ dinners ; most of the guests seemed to be business or political people. Thalvan Dras had gotten Vall and Dalla into the small group around him, along with pudgy, infantile- faced Brogoth Zaln, his confidential secretary, and Javrath Brend, his finan- A cial attorney. SERIES ‘I don’t see why they’re making such a fuss about it,” one of the Banking Cartel people was saying. “Causing a Es A » u WV os *.