Produced by Greg Weeks, Mary Meehan and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net MAN OF MANY MINDS by E. EVERETT EVANS PYRAMID BOOKS, 444 Madison Avenue, New York 22, New York A Pyramid Book, published by arrangement with Fantasy Press Pyramid Books edition: November, 1959 Copyright, (c) 1953, by E. Everett Evans All Rights Reserved _Printed in the United States of America_ _This book is fiction. No resemblance is intended between any character herein and any person, living or dead; any such resemblance is purely coincidental._ * * * * * To Thelma, a wedding anniversary present * * * * * GALAXY IN DANGER! Somewhere, somehow, the first moves have been made--the pattern is beginning to emerge. Someone--or something--is on the way to supreme power over all the planets held by Man. And the Inter-stellar Corps is helpless to meet the threat--no normal man can hope to penetrate the conspiracy. But--the Corps has a man who isn't normal, a man with a very strange weapon... ..._his mind_. Exciting! Strange! Extraordinary! One of the most unusual science fiction adventures ever published. Chapter 1 Cadet George Hanlon stood stiffly at attention. But as the long, long minutes dragged on and on, he found his hands, his spine and his forehead cold with the sweat of fear. He tried manfully to keep his eyes fixed steadily on that emotionless face before him, but found it almost impossible to do so. Tension grew and grew and grew in the room until it seemed the very walls must bulge, or the windows burst to relieve the pressure. The cadet felt he could not stand another minute of it without screaming. Why didn't that monster say something? What kind of torture was this, anyway? And why was he here in the first place? He couldn't think of a single reg he had broken--yet why else would he be called before Admiral Rogers, the dread Commandant of Cadets? In spite of his utmost efforts to stand eye to eye with the commandant, Hanlon couldn't keep his gaze steadily on that feared visage. His eyes insisted on straying, time after time, although he always forced them back. He caught glimpses of the dozens of communicator studs and plates on the huge metal desk. He saw the bit of scenery showing through the window. He noted the pictures of great Corps heroes that adorned the walls. In fact, he had to look at anything except those boring, impassive eyes fixed so steadily on his own face. If only he could gain such perfect control of his nerves. If only he knew what this was all about! By the big wall chronom he saw he had already been standing there at rigid attention a full five minutes. The second hand crept around again. Six minutes! It dragged slowly around once again. Seven minutes. Then the unbearable silence was mercifully broken by the admiral's voice.