A Thought For Tomorrow
A Thought For Tomorrow
Any intolerable problem has a way out—the more impossible, the likelier it is sometimes!
Book Excerpt
owel around Potts's neck. "Where's the key, Orville Potts?"
"Help!" Potts cried. The towel tightened.
With rapidly dimming vision, he saw Wilhart assume a stance. A huge fist thudded against his shrunken stomach. He tried to scream, but the towel cut off all air and sound. Again and again, the fist struck.
Potts found himself sitting on the floor, gulping air into starved lungs. For a moment, he hoped he had managed another transportation, but the two white-clad human gorillas leering down at him proved he had not left the shower room.
"Get up," Joe said.
They dragged Potts to his feet. Nasen opened the door, clamped his teeth, and then opened his mouth to say, "Dr. Bean wants Orville Potts. I'll--"
"I'll take him," Joe said.
Potts winced as spatulate fingers almost met through his biceps. His feet barely touched the floor of the corridor when Joe marched him to the office of Dr. Lawrence D. Bean.
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Dr. Bean, a thin bald man, sat behind a
