"But why are you going from door to door? Surely you know where those children are!"
"Sorry," Hirm Sulay said, "we don't. Some of the older and more important records were lost. I say more important because the missing ones I seek are grown. We're fighting a war, as I told you, Jim. You can't keep fighting a war without young recruits!"
Browne's nearly fantastic dexterity came to my mind then. It apparently came to his simultaneously; he asked abruptly,
"Could I be one of you?"
"What do you think?" Hirm Sulay countered, his face enigmatic.
"Well, I certainly can't move as fast as you!"
"Have you ever tried? Have you ever gone in for athletics? I'd say no. Most scientists are essentially inactive—physically, that is."
"Are you saying 'yes'?" Browne cried.
Hirm Sulay looked us over, one by one. "Each of you is of our blood," he said. "I knew Jim and Fitz were when Fitz said I was slowing down upstairs. I wasn't; they were speeding up to normalcy for the first time."
I was stunned for a moment, only dimly aware that he went on to say, "Now please turn off this blasted chair and tell me how it works. The principle applied as a tractor beam could win our war!"