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62085	Kummer, Frederic Arnold	Pied Piper of Mars			.txt	text/plain	7537	689	87	Elath Taen made mad music for the men of Mars. Steve Ranson, mounting the steps of the old house facing the Han "Mr. Ranson," Haller leaned forward, his face a gray grim mask, There was, there had never been, Ranson knew, any music like this. Berserk rage sounded in each shivering note and Ranson felt Turning, Ranson found himself face to face with Jared Haller. of man's hopes, man's dreams, were in that music, and it drew Ranson as "You can't get away with this, Ranson!" Captain Maxwell shook his head. Got to work fast." Ranson backed toward the door, gun "Good evening, Mr. Ranson," Elath Taen smiled. "Well done, Mr. Ranson." Elath Taen nodded calmly. "Exactly, Mr. Ranson." Elath Taen smiled thinly. Ranson stared at Elath Taen, bewildered. "Drop your gun, Mr. Ranson!" Zeila's voice came from behind him. "No good, Mr. Ranson." Elath Taen lifted his hands from the keyboard,	./cache/62085.txt	./txt/62085.txt