"Professor Tomlin!"
Prof. Tomlin jumped at the sound of the voice. It was not at all mechanical.
"I'll be damned!" he gasped. Somewhere in the house a telephone rang. His wife would answer it, he thought.
"Yes, you're right," the robot said. "Your wife will answer it. She is walking toward the phone at this moment."
"How—"
"Professor Tomlin, my name—and I see I must have a name—is, let us say, George. I have examined most of the minds in this community in my walk through it and I find you, a professor of psychology, most nearly what I am looking for.
"I am from Zanthar, a world that is quite a distance from Earth, more than you could possibly imagine. I am here to learn all I can about Earth."
Prof. Tomlin had recovered his senses enough to venture a token reply when his wife opened the screen door.
"Ansel," she said, "Mrs. Phillips next door just called and said the strangest—Oh!" At that moment she saw George. She stood transfixed for a moment, then let the door slam as she retreated inside.
"Who is Frankenstein?" George asked.