Entman frowned as he toyed with the idea. "Why, good lord—!"
"You said yourself that the androids probably possessed extraordinary powers."
"Yes, but—"
"All right. If we accept the need-of-data theory, which we have to, what would the tenth android be doing? Trying to get his hands on it. He could conceivably have made contact with King. King took a picture of the ninth android. Our still able and functioning number ten found his way to Doctor Corson's room in Greenwich Village and demolished number nine, for reasons of his own, so he could have made contact with King, put him under domination, and sent him after the data."
"How could he know where the data was?"
Taber shrugged. "I said there were some pretty weak strings in my logic. But it so shaped, as I saw it, where it would stand or smash on one point. If King had waited in your office for your return, I would have been forced to assume he was there on his own. But he left, so I'm going to figure he took what he came for—the bait you dangled under his nose."
"That brings up a question in my mind. If you're right, King will now make contact with the android, will he not?"
"I assume he will."
"And that will give you a chance to capture him and have the whole ten accounted for?"
"I don't want him until he sends the data back to whoever is waiting for it."