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havenтАЩt even had time to get a complete picture and what you are contending is and remains nonsense!"
The Indian with the brown eyes and dark skin crossed his hands on his chest and bowed to the colleague
who had attacked him so vehemently.

"There you have it!" the colleague said with a sarcastic smile. The Hindu interrupted him, however. "You
are mistaken. My contention is no nonsense. The space-time structure is shattered by linear
hyper-propulsion on one constant as soon as the spacecraft propelled by it reaches the speed of light.
Contrary to the hyperjump, in which upon leaving normal space and reentry the structure of the Universe
is ruptured on all constants at these points, triggering off the structure shocks in turn, the linear
hyper-propulsion pushes one constant out of its natural bedding upon exceeding the speed of light. The
propulsion continues to do this as long as the spacecraft is faster than light! Where else could these
indication errors originate that remain constant when measuring the space tension?"

Bell had no idea what was to be understood bynatural bedding of a constant in the space-time
structure . Neither was his ambition to discover it very great but he could not escape the impression that
this very young Indian was able in a few short words to conceptualize a very difficult matter in physics.

Three colleagues began to argue with the Indian simultaneously but he remained unruffled. Bell heard
something about computation results from Hades station; he heard the Hindu mention Ernst EllertтАЩs name
and refer to EllertтАЩs data.

Bell waited long enough to hear Rabintorge, launch into his proof. Suddenly he rushed out of Section
065-Propulsion.

Perry Rhodan looked up in astonishment as Bell stormed into his office. "WhatтАЩs up? Something new?"
he asked. "I have three conferences within the next hour andтАж"

"Let them wait!" Bell cried. "Just listen to me and then tell me what you thinkтАж"

The stocky man forced himself to report calmly, not forgetting the most minute detail. He concluded with
the observation: "CouldnтАЩt this Indian Rabintorge be a disguised Arkonide or Galactic Trader?"

"I asked Mercant that same question a few days ago. MercantтАЩs answer was no."

"Then put Pucky on Rabintorge!" Bell suggested.

Rhodan waved this aside. "Pucky isnтАЩt infallible. Think of that Arkonide dachshund spy we all fell for,
including the mousebeaver."

"But that Indian is no Indian, Perry! That guy is totally confusing Section 065-Propulsion with his
contradictions. Even Prof. Bradley doesnтАЩt get along with him. Huh, who are you calling now, Perry?" He
had noticed that Rhodan had depressed a button but could not see which one.

"Never mind, Reggie. You just mentioned Bradley. If the reports on him are correct weтАЩll stick him in the
sanitarium for the next six months. The professor has exhausted himself in the attempt to develop a
tracking device for linear hyper-structure shocks."

The door to RhodanтАЩs office opened as John Marshall, head of the Mutant Corps and one of the best
telepaths, entered. "Sir, I was supposed toтАж"
 Rhodan motioned him to stop. "Marshall, have a seat. In a few minutes Mr. Bell and I will be finished."