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Bayard stood so still -- with the composure of a man not without athletic training, determined to waste no strength in useless struggle -- that Trawl instinctively loosened his clutch. Was the minister strangling? This was not Ben's immediate purpose. His fingers relaxed.
"Ah," said Bayard quietly, "so you are Jack Haddock."