"Do not use the front door!"
The major-domo hesitated.
The heavy toolbox in the grip of Blue Two descended with a thud. The pink-and-blue robot landed on the ground a yard or two outside the door as if dropped from the second floor. It bounced once, emitted a few sparks and pungent wisps of smoke, lay still.
"Never mind, that's good enough," said Robert as Blue Two stepped forward. "One of the others can drag it off to the repair shop. Have the toolbox brought with us."
"What does Robert wish now?" inquired Blue Two, trailing the man toward the stairway.
"I'm going upstairs," said Robert. "And I intend to be prepared if any more doors are closed against me!"
He started up, the measured treads of his own robots sounding reassuringly behind him....
