him. The things
was
into a panic when he realized it. The question was what he’d do then. Survival now had a very different aspect. The only dangers threatening him were the ones inherent in the rigid personality structure he had maintained throughout his adult existence. Would he be intelligent enough to understand that? And would his survival urge—with every alternative absolutely barred to him for five years—be strong enough to overcome those dangers?”
“And there,” Simms said dryly, “we have two rather large questions.” He cleared his throat. “The fact remains however, that Oliver B. McAllen is a good practical psychologist—as he demonstrated at the meeting.”
“I expected Ollie would score on the motions,” Fredericks said. “How did that part of it come off?”
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