Paul W. Fairman,
Traitor's Choice
“ The pale, green globe of Centaur hung in a black sky; greatened and darkened and Kendall was looking out across the huge rocket port from which the Centaurians planned to launch Terra's destruction.Now, for the first time, he saw the Centaurian without the mask. The man was handsome. He had the cruel black eyes of all Centaurians. He smiled coldly. "We've come a long way, Kendall. I suppose you want to see your wife." ”
Paul W. Fairman,
Traitor's Choice
“ Shocked out of wariness, he allowed these thoughts to spill through his conscious mind; then he caught himself and threw up the blank mental wall all defense people were taught to use.But not until the man chuckled behind his mask and said, "I agree on all counts, but you have to admit that we clocked you perfectly, Mr. Kendall. The risk we took in kidnapping your wife was well worthwhile.""On the contrary. One life is of little consequence.""I'm sorry you feel that way," the man said with mocking lightness in his voice. "Let me describe the manner in which your wife will die. ”
Paul W. Fairman,
Traitor's Choice
“ We have your wife, Kendall. We got her at ten o'clock this morning.""Impossible! Our security is foolproof. No person has ever been kidnapped from any world defense project!""Never before, but let me tell you why. Because such a hostage would have been of little value. Terran scientists and defense personnel have been psychologically conditioned to the point of fanaticism. We have never before discovered a Terran scientist who would put his wife or any other loved one before his loyalty to Terra." ”
