Pulp Fiction, 1954 · page 12 of 162
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THE PHOENIX NEST While Strothmeyer was on the telephone, Knaut at- tempted to bully Carlos Del- gado into admitting that he was Louis the Gimp, but without success. Delgado grew more and more frantic in his appeals for information, as the professor talked to him more and more sternly. When Strothmeyer re- turned, he said: “‘Louis the Gimp speaks bad English and worse Roumanian. There is no record of his ever saying a word to anyone in Spanish.” He grinned at Professor Knaut. If Strothmeyer thought he had the old man on the run, however, he had reckoned him too lightly. Knaut nodded dourly and said: “‘All right. Give him sedation—the B dosage.” Strothmeyer did not under- stand for a moment, and then his face froze in horror. “Oh, no! You can’t do that, Pro- fessor. He has rights. I don’t care if he isn’t a citizen. He has rights.” *“He has nothing!” snarled Knaut. “TI made him right here in this laboratory, and I'll unmake him any time I feel like it. Administer sedation, 11 Dr. Strothmeyer, and don’t waste any more time about Sf Strothmeyer sighed and shrugged. He knew better than to argue with the old man. Associate professor- ships at U.S.U. paid well, and they were for life—with pheenixology, perhaps for ever. He had no desire to give up an eternity of job security merely to save the life of an immi- grant, who would do better to be reborn in his own country. He went for the needle. Carlos Delgado eyed Stroth- meyer suspiciously. He had not lived in the last term of General Fulgencio Batista without learning something of the ways of men. His present unnatural tenancy of an arti- ficial body, which had been nurtured with all the care of science and had suffered neither illness nor injury, made him more than equal to the average man in strength. His sudden transfer from one adult body to another had left him with considerable memory of the Cuban under- world and the dangers of submitting to the wishes of men whom one did not know ComiIcbooks.com