The psychist made a facial sign to the hawk-faced man that meant, "Oh, brother!"
The hawk-faced man signaled back, "Steady, boy!"
"It's not too much to ask," the psychist agreed.
Barlow, sensing a seller's market, said, "Power!"
"Power?" the hawk-faced man repeated puzzledly. "Your own hydro station or nuclear pile?"
"I mean a world dictatorship with me as dictator!"
"Well, now—" said the psychist, but the hawk-faced man interrupted, "It would take a special emergency act of Congress but the situation warrants it. I think that can be guaranteed."
"Could you give us some indication of your plan?" the psychist asked.
"Ever hear of lemmings?"
"No."