George turned to the professor. "How little you know your own people, Professor Tomlin. Can't you see what the issue will be? It will be claimed by the state that I am not a human being and this will be drummed into every brain in the land. The fine qualities of the man I was compelled to destroy will be held up. No, I already know what the outcome will be. I refuse to be arrested."
Prof. Tomlin stood up. "Men," he said to the policemen, "do not arrest this—this humanoid. To try to do so would mean your death. I have been with him long enough to know what he can do."
"You taking his side, Professor?" the police sergeant demanded.
"No, damn it," snapped the Professor. "I'm trying to tell you something you might not know."
"We know he's gone too damned far," the sergeant replied. "I think it was Dick Knight that he killed. Nobody in this town can kill a good guy like Dick Knight and get away with it." He advanced toward the robot, drawing his gun.
"I'm warning you—" the Professor started to say.
But it was too late. There was another blinding, scorching flash, more burned grass, more smell of seared flesh.
The police sergeant disappeared.
"Gentlemen!" George said, standing. "Don't lose your heads!"