James Forrest Carroll sat in the easy chair in Pollard's office and smiled tolerantly at the psychologist.
"Sure, sure," he said easily. "All in my mind."
Pollard grunted. "Well, it is."
"Baloney. I suppose Kingallis didn't come to prevent me from destroying his world?"
"He came—"
"Knowing," said Carroll, "that if he stopped me he and his kind could go on with their mad plan for conquest. May I ask about this?" he held up his injured arm.
"When I last saw Kingston Galloway—" started Majors.
"You call him Kingston Galloway," laughed Carroll. "But I know he is Kingallis. Now go ahead."
"He and his bunch were carrying pistols."