"Power?" the hawk-faced man repeated puzzledly. "Your own hydro station
or nuclear pile?"
"I mean a world dictatorship with me as dictator!"
"Well, now--" said the psychist, but the hawk-faced man interrupted,
"It would take a special emergency act of Congress but the situation
warrants it. I think that can be guaranteed."
"Could you give us some indication of your plan?" the psychist asked.
"Ever hear of lemmings?"
"No."
"They are--were, I guess, since you haven't heard of them--little
animals in Norway, and every few years they'd swarm to the coast and
swim out to sea until they drowned. I figure on putting some lemming
urge into the population."
"How?"
"I'll save that till I get the right signatures on the deal."
* * * * *
The hawk-faced man said, "I'd like to work with you on it, Barlow. My
name's Ryan-Ngana." He put out his hand.