Hamilton said: "That I doubt, Guy. What's the matter, though. You look
ill, but madness I doubt."
"He says that thing on his head and belt is a thought-beam transmitter."
"What? He says--?"
"That's his thought. But it can not be--"
"Or can it?"
"Your misbelief is amusing in the face of fact," came the amused
thought. "Tell me aloud to perform some simple action."
"Can you sit down?" asked Maynard.
To the amazement of everyone, the creature bent in the middle and
seated itself on a stool.
Hamilton smiled foolishly. "From here on in, Guy, that's a thought-beam
transmitter. Take it from there and go on."