The words went from Wolf's mouth to Britten's ears in the form of sound waves, were converted into neuro-electrical impulses, and under the influence of the rhythmically repeating pulses, from the machine, circulated around and around through Britten's system, tracing a deeply etched path. Finally Wolf ceased the talking, and Alma handed him the needle with the antidote to the first drug. "Now we see how successful we are," he said. He gave the shot and several minutes went by while they waited for it to take effect. They remained silent, as though to say a word would break the spell. Then: "Cooperation," Wolf said. Britten lay still. "Open your eyes." Britten's eyelids struggled open, but the eyes stared blankly. Wolf thought: what question is most basic? Then he asked: "What is your name?" The mouth writhed, and then whispered, "_Pyotr Fermineyev_." * * * * * There was a small roaring in Morris Wolf's ears, and beside him he heard the intake of Alma Heller's breath. The FBI agents, Grady and Jones, had moved up until they were leaning over Wolf's shoulder. Then: "Where were you born?" Again the whisper from the blank face: "In Leningrad." Then: "Who sent you to America?" "_The Society for the Restoration of the Revolution._" "What is the nature of this organization?" "It is an underground group pledged to return the Soviet Union to its status as the leader of the world revolution and to overthrow the present appeasers of the capitalist governments." Wolf glowed with triumph. "Get that, Alma?" he gloated, and he turned around half way and winked at the two men behind him. Alma Heller shook a strand of hair back from her eyes. "The fanatical revolutionaries--now they're trying to overthrow their own government because the Soviet is too friendly to the Western governments!" "This is no comic underground group," Wolf said. "There are some big people in it who know how to do things that we're just barely starting to learn about." He paused, and considered his next questions. The time had come to dig in. He phrased his query: "What was your task on the satellite?" Britten's face writhed. Perspiration rolled down his cheeks in a steady stream. Obviously some of the original conditioning remained, causing interference with Wolf's orders. Alma Heller's knuckles showed white and her clenched hands trembled. The FBI agents inched forward, their bodies stiff with impatience. Between hard breaths the words came: "... was on the satellite to watch ... new developments in nuclear power ... complete conversion ... matter to energy...." Understanding grew in Wolf's mind with a brilliant glare. Glover had been on the verge of taming the ultimate source of energy--the total and complete conversion of matter--a source of power over 130 times more potent than the hydrogen-helium reaction. No wonder the project had been put under wraps!