The dawn was approaching and still, somewhere up in the rocky darkness, Model 2 RY was crouching. Everyone knew that he could not have taken refuge elsewhere, for the cliff had been surrounded. James Erg had been summoned, and had arrived in an Erg truck. Doret, too, had been hastily sent for. And there was a swarm of police. Erg stood with Doret, a little apart from the men in uniform. The grey-haired scientist was pale, frightened and awed. "This model of yours," Erg said, "is fortunately the only one of its kind I've sold, Doret. I'll refund your money, of course, and never make another 2 RY robot. I dare not do anything else." Babs had talked with her father; and the hysterical, stricken Mary Higgins had confessed the theft of the diamond-string, and revealed where her husband had hidden it. Everyone knew all of the circumstances now. "It encountered so many problems so far afield from its training," James Erg was saying. "It's understandable, in a way, but I never anticipated anything like this." Something new had been added by a mysterious destiny to Model 2 RY, something that not all the genius of science could build into it. "It beats me," one of the Erg Instructors said. "You can't build fear into a machine. But it's hiding up there now because _it's afraid_!" Babs Doret's hair gleamed brightly in the dawnlight on the rocky hillside. "You try calling to him, Babs," Doret suggested. "You were closer to him than any of us." She called quaveringly, "Toory--Toory, where are you? Can you hear me?" He could hear her where he crouched, trembling. "Here I am, Miss Babs," he called back. Her father prompted her. She called again. "We are going to take the fuse out, Toory." No--no--that would be wrong. He did not want that. In fear and trembling he heard her voice again. "Stand up, Toory." He wanted very much to do what was right. But this-- "Stand up, Toory." He stood with the rose-glow of the coming sunlight glistening on him. Now he could see Miss Babs clearly, low down among the rocks, with men around her. One of the men was whispering to her. "Turn your back to us, Toory," she called suddenly. He turned around. His knees clanked with their trembling, but he steadied himself. "Now lie down, Toory. Flat--all the way down." He lay staring up the wavering eye-beams. He could see the clouds high up, flushed with the dawnlight. An aircar was drifting past, up there, but an aircar was not a danger to Miss Babs. "We're sending a man up to take the fuse out, Toory. Turn over, face down. That's it. Do this for me, Toory." He lay with his face pressing into the rocky ground. The rock was dark and blurred, so close to his eye-lenses. He could remember how proud he'd felt down there in the warm sunlit valley standing under wait-command beside Miss Babs. She had said that the little brook as it babbled over the stones was laughing. It was always happy, because it laughed all the time. How he wished that he could hear the brook now.