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Write for Free book. “The Secret Heritage.” It tella bow you may receive theac tcachinga for etudy »"«• u!*‘ mo*—•* ““V mean the dawn of a new day for you. Ad drew: Scribe J. 0- B. ^ Rosicrucians ; . ^>n Jo— (AMORC) California i , PETERSEN'S There were two men under Mr. Petersen’s skin. One was Mr. Petersen himself, essentially un changed from the beginning — youth ful and brave and heedless and strong. And then there was that other man who was beset with the thoughts, the fears and the impulses appropriate to Mr. Petersen’s body, which was in its late sixties. It was this latter aging and timorous man who merely gasped and fumbled uncertainly for his re volver when the four men leaped upon him savagely, in the darkness. Mr. Petersen was the night watch man, and the responsibility for pre venting the robbery of the plant was his alone. Yet his body went cold with panic. It was blindly terrified, and ceased struggling almost immediately. It cowered in fear, while the other Mr. Petersen — the real Mr. Petersen — went sick with shame. Although he seemed only a badly frightened old man, he was raging inside when a battery-operated parts truck came rumbling out of the darkness and his captors put him on it and then got on it too. The truck went trundling down alongside the assembly line, making for the last of the watchman’s clocks which Mr. Petersen was supposed to ring each hour to prove his vigilance. He knew what the men wanted, of course. By forcing him to ring the clock in the usual, accustomed way, they would gam time for their rob bery. Facing the clock, with the guns of the robbers in his back, Mr. Petersen felt a little cowering resolution form ing somewhere within him. The watch man’s clock was designed to take care of emergencies even as desperate as this one. You inserted a key and turned it. A whirring, buzzing sound began, which was supposed to signal to dis tant police that the clock had been rung at the proper time and that the watchman was faithfully at his post. But watchmen have been over powered before now, and therefore there was also a separate, secret signal which no thief could know. Failure to give that secret signal would call the police. And Mr. Petersen was resolved to fail to give it. Then a voice said calmly in his ear: “You’re goin’ to tell Bud how to ring the clock. The right way, see? Then we’re all goin' out of the plant and take a little ride in our car, just to make sure you told Bud how to do it right. If any squad cars come around because you told him wrong, we ain’t goin’ to be here. But you’ll be with us, an’ fella, you’re goin’ to be finished. See? Now tell him how to ring the clock — and tell him right.” Mr. Petersen’s throat was dry. Ter ror went through his body like a knife. But shame and rage also tore at him. He found his body shaking all over, while he raged. Then another voice said: “Speed up, Gran’pa!” A searing pain dug into Mr. Peter sen’s back. A knife-point. It dug in, an eighth-inch, a quarter— Then he heard his voice babbling. And it babbled everything! A figure put the key in the lock. It turned the key. Then it sent that extra, secret signal Mr. Petersen’s body had betrayed. The buzzing ended. “Okay,” said the matter-of-fact voice. “Bring ’im along.” The intruders moved assuredly The clock made a clicking sound over Mr. Petersen’s head through the dark and silent plant, to a place where the chain-link outer fence was not fully lighted. They had cut a hole there. A car came out of nowhere and stopped. The intruders entered it, dragging Mr. Petersen. The car moved deliberately away. Y’ suppose,” somebody speculated, "he told us right about that clock?” “We’ll -see,” said the calm voice. “Watch for squad cars.” The car turned left. A voice spoke suddenly from the radio under the instrument panel. But it was just a routine police call. Squad car number such-and-such to such-and-such a cor ner. Someone creating a disturbance. That was all. The car went on. It turned right, and right again. No further police calls. It went back toward the plant at a deliberate, jogging pace. If the watchman's clock had sent a signal of alarm, by the time the car got back there should be plenty of evidence out side the plant. But nothing had hap pened. The dark street was silent. Empty. Everything quite normal. One of Mr. Petersen’s captors said: ‘‘He gave it to us straight. We'll go back in and get to work.” "How about him? ’Tend to him now?” said another voice. “Naw, no use messing up the car. An' we might need ’im. Bud, you keep ’im with you. Don’t take no chances, though.” Mr. Petersen felt himself dragged from the car. A brawny hand held his collar. Another hand held something hard and deadly in his back. He went stumbling through the darkness. Into the plant again. Into his own cubby hole office. Behind, he heard the whine of the battery-operated truck moving again down the length of the wing. This was evidently a robbery con ducted by professionals. It had been planned with elaborate care. But it had all hinged on the moment — now past — when Mr. Petersen had to tell or refuse to tell how to ring the watch man's clock without giving an alarm.