"Is he trustworthy?"
Lynn looked disgusted. "Good Lord, what man in Robotics has not been
investigated and cleared to death by your people? Yes, I vouch for
him. If you can't trust a man like Humphrey Carl Laszlo, then we're in
no position to face the kind of attack you say They are launching, no
matter what else we do."
"I've heard of Laszlo," said Breckenridge.
"Good. Does he pass?"
"Yes."
"Then, I'll have him in and we'll find out what he thinks about the
possibility that robots could invade the U. S. A."
"Not exactly," said Breckenridge, softly. "You still don't accept the
full truth. Find out what he thinks about the fact that robots have
_already_ invaded the U. S. A."
* * * * *
Laszlo was the grandson of a Hungarian who had broken through what
had then been called the Iron Curtain, and he had a comfortable
above-suspicion feeling about himself because of it. He was thick-set
and balding with a pugnacious look graven forever on his snub face, but
his accent was clear Harvard and he was almost excessively soft-spoken.
To Lynn, who was conscious that after years of administration he was no
longer expert in the various phases of modern robotics, Laszlo was a
comforting receptacle for complete knowledge. Lynn felt better because
of the man's mere presence.