He was the most powerful man in the world. He could make anybody do anything—and yet he was the slave of a mad criminal's mind! In a beer hall on the eighty-first floor of the Hotel Mark Twain fourteen men held an adolescent girl prisoner. "I'll go up there by myself," Sordman said. He was a big young man with sloppy black hair and a red beard. His fashionably ornate clothes covered the body of a first class Talent. Disciplined training, plus drugs and his natural gift, had made him one of the f