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Show -198- unusual sound coming from just outside his office window. What the sound was, he couldn't say, It was not loud, but i t was an alien presence in his consciousness. Like his dog, who, seemingly in heavy sleep, raised her head and her ears to any uncommon noise, the Professor got up from his desk to investigate. Through the spaces in the blinds, he saw what was, indeed, an unexpected sight. The area between his own building and the Administration Building swarmed with hundreds of armed policemen. They xvere marshalled in three groups of about one hundred each, and each group wore a different uniform. The San Francisco Tactical Squad he recognized. Another, he thought to be officers of the state Highway Patrol (what right had they to be here?). The third contingent, dressed in light blue fatigue uniforms that made them appear to be airplane mechanics, he had never seen before. Even though the Professor didn't knox* who a l l of them were, he knew a t once why they xirere where they x*ere. They were assembled to march upon the students occupying the quadrangle and to drive them off the campus. "Goddamn you!" the Professor muttered, not entirely to himself. The curse was not an adequate release. His wits came unconsciously to his aid. "Why don't you fight each other?" he said aloud. "You have on different uniforms. Isn't that what uniforms are a ll |