"And our controls are above suspicion."
"So far, we haven't found any way to set up logical controls," said Melrose. "We've done a lot of work on it, too."
"Oh, yes—I've heard about your work. Not bad, really. A little misdirected, is all."
"According to your Theory, that is."
"Wildly unorthodox approach to psionics—but at least you're energetic enough."
"We haven't been energetic enough to find an orthodox approach that got us anywhere. We doubt if you have, either. But maybe we're all wrong." Melrose grinned unpleasantly. "We're not unreasonable, your Majesty. We just ask to be shown. If you dare, that is."
Lessing slammed his fist down on the desk angrily. "Have you got the day to take a trip?"
"I've got 'til New Year."
Lessing shouted for his girl. "Get Dorffman up here. We're going to the Farm this afternoon."
The girl nodded, then hesitated. "But what about your lunch?"