"If we could determine the source of his power, it might be possible to cut it off or to curtail it. He might be rendered at least temporarily helpless and, while in such a condition, possibly be done away with. He has told me he is vulnerable to force, such as a speeding bullet, if it hit the right spot, but George possesses the ability to read intent long before the commission of an act. The person need not even be in the room. He is probably listening to me here now, although he may be far away."
The men looked at one another, shifted uneasily on their seats, and a few cast apprehensive eyes at the windows and doorways.
"Though he is admittedly a superior creature possessed of powers beyond our comprehension, there must be a weak spot in his armor somewhere. I have dedicated myself to finding that weakness."
The chair recognized a man in the fifth row.
"Mr. Mayor, why don't we all track him down and a lot of us attack him at once? Some of us would die, sure, but he couldn't strike us _all+ dead at one time. Somebody's bound to succeed."
"Why not try a high-powered rifle from a long way off?" someone else suggested, frantically.
"Let's bomb him," still another offered.
The mayor waved them quiet and turned to Prof. Tomlin. The professor got to his feet again.
"I'm not sure that would work, gentlemen," he said. "The humanoid is able to keep track of hundreds of things at the same time. No doubt he could unleash his power in several directions almost at once."
"But we don't know!"