Frank Corson lay propped on two pillows in a private room of the Park Hill Hospital. Rhoda Kane sat in a chair beside the bed. She was pale and very beautiful. The fire was now gone from her body and the fever from her eyes.
"They say he wasn't human. They say he was an android." She shuddered, looked down quickly, then slowly raised her head.
"Yes."
"I'll—I'll never understand. I get sick thinking about it. I'll just never understand."
"He was human and yet not human. He had extraordinary powers that we don't begin to understand, so that what happened to you is no disgrace."
"It happened to me, too. When he told me to sit down I had to do it. I was helpless."
"But you fought! You overcame it."
Frank Corson smiled wryly. "No, I didn't. It was just that he'd had little time to work on me. It was a single mental blow, so to speak, that laid me out. Like one punch in the ring. Gradually, I came out of it."
"I think I tried to fight."