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“Just when Slag plays.” The Commissioner touched Grant’s arm helplessly. “The force of the man’s mind must be terrible, Lane. He must be a superman. But what am I going to do? If I outlaw him without legal grounds....” He stopped, gulped nervously.

“There may be no grounds from your point of view and theirs.” Grant gestured at the crowd struggling through the exits. “But there are from mine. If I’m to remain Honorary President of the Association, Slag has got to go. That’s final!”

Woods said, “Lane, you could stop this another way. If you don’t, and you put Slag out, they will think....” But Grant was already hurrying over to Bee Anthony.

More people joined the group and talk died away as uniformed men bent down to the prone figure. Bee sobbed in Grant’s arms. Her mind was withdrawn, grieving, and he patted her awkwardly while he thought of how much these young twins had come to mean to him in the years since he began his research in metaphysics. Just children, they had seemed at first. He had been young. Doctor Lane, graduate of ‘52 on fellowship, and they were the kids he had worked with, who had shown remarkable powers of the mind.