"That's his thought. But it can not be—"
"Or can it?"
"Your misbelief is amusing in the face of fact," came the amused thought. "Tell me aloud to perform some simple action."
"Can you sit down?" asked Maynard.
To the amazement of everyone, the creature bent in the middle and seated itself on a stool.
Hamilton smiled foolishly. "From here on in, Guy, that's a thought-beam transmitter. Take it from there and go on."
Guy smiled and nodded. "I'll accept it."
"It's the explanation for a lot of things," said Hamilton. "Their concentration of forces against selected targets, for instance. Their use of the barrier."
"Naturally," came the Mephistan's thought.
"I thought you couldn't tune to them," remarked Guy.