A Trace of Memory

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Contents

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

CHAPTER IV

CHAPTER V

CHAPTER VI

CHAPTER VII

CHAPTER VIII

CHAPTER IX

CHAPTER X

CHAPTER XI

CHAPTER XII

CHAPTER XIII

CHAPTER XIV

CHAPTER XV

CHAPTER XVI

CHAPTER XVII

CHAPTER XVIII

EPILOGUE

KEITH LAUMER

TOR

A TOM DOHERTY ASSOCIATES BOOK

This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events
portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance
to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.

A TRACE OF MEMORY

Copyright 1963 by Keith Laumer

All rights reserved, including the right to
reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form.

A short version of this novel appeared serially in
Amazing, July-August-September, 1962.
Copyright 1962 by Ziff-Davis Publishing Company.

A TOR Book

Published by Tom Doherty Associates,
8-10 West 36 Street,
New York, N.Y. 10018

Cover art by Bob Layzell

First TOR printing: November 1984

ISBN: O-812-54373-4
CAN. ED.: O-812-54374-2

Printed in the United States of America

[Transcriber's Note: Extensive research did not uncover any
evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]


"Let's get out of here fast," I said. "We've probably set off an alarm already."

As if in answer, a low chime cut across our talk. Pearly light sprang up on a square panel. Foster and I stared at it.

"What do you make of it?" he said.

"I'm no expert on stone-age relics," I said. "But if that's not a radar screen, I'll eat it."

I sat down in the single chair before the dusty control console, and watched a red blip creep across the screen.

"That blip is either a mighty slow airplane—or it's at one hell of an altitude." I sat upright, eyes on the screen. "Look at this, Foster," I snapped. A pattern of dots flashed across the screen, faded, flashed again....

"I don't like that thing blinking at us," I said. "It makes me feel conspicuous." I looked at the big red button beside the screen. "Maybe if I pushed that...." Without waiting to think it over, I jabbed at it.

"I'm not sure you should have done that," Foster said.

"There is room for doubt," I said in a strained voice. "It looks like I've launched a bomb from the ship overhead."

A TRACE OF MEMORY

Look for these other TOR books by Keith Laumer:

THE BREAKING EARTH
THE GLORY GAME
THE INFINITE CAGE
KNIGHT OF DELUSIONS
THE MONITORS
THE HOUSE IN NOVEMBER AND THE OTHER SKY
ONCE THERE WAS A GIANT
PLANET RUN
WORLDS OF THE IMPERIUM


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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