"What bodies are to be used?"
"The only ones available, Eliot," the adventurer replied, "since Ku Sui, in his attempt to destroy the brains, left us only two hours—now one hour—to complete the first steps of the transfer. They'll be those four white assistants of his—those men, you remember, whose intellects he's dehumanized—"
"Yes, yes?" Leithgow pressed him eagerly. "And the fifth?"
"A robot coolie."
"Good God!"
"I know, Eliot! It won't be pleasant for one of those brains to find itself in a yellow body. But it's that or nothing."
The scientist nodded slowly, his first expression of shock leaving his old face to sadness: "But, a coolie. A coolie...."
"Come, Eliot, we need speed! Speed! We've but an hour, remember, to complete the first steps! I'll have Ku Sui and the five men down immediately."
The Hawk opened the door and strode down the long corridor beyond. His footsteps were swiftly gone: and then the sound of another door opening and closing. In the laboratory there was a murmur from the old man.
"A coolie! A scientist's brain in that ugly yellow head! When consciousness returns, what a cruel shock!"