"What are you talking about, Malone?" Burris said cautiously. "If you knew we'd arrested Brubitsch, Borbitsch and Garbitsch," Malone went on doggedly, "you'd lay off for a while, just to make us think we'd caught the right men. Doesn't that make sense?" "Of course it makes sense," Burris said in what was almost a pitying tone. "But don't push it too far. Malone, I want you to know something." Malone sighed. "Yes, sir?" he said. "Contrary to popular opinion," Burris said, "I was not appointed Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation just because I own a Hoover vacuum cleaner." "Of course not," Malone said, feeling that something of the sort was called for. "And I think you ought to know by now," Burris went on, "that I wouldn't fall for a trick like that any more than you would. There are obviously more members in this spy ring. Brubitsch, Borbitsch and Garbitsch are just a start." "Well, then--" Malone began. "_I'm_ not going to be taken in by what these three say," Burris said. "But now, Malone, we know what to look for. All we have to do is pretend to be taken in. Get it?" "Sure," Malone said. "We pretend to be taken in. And in the meantime I can go on looking for--" "We don't have to look for anything," Burris said calmly. Malone took a deep breath. Somehow, he told himself, things were not working out very well. "But the other spies--" "The next time they try anything," Burris said, "we'll be able to reach out and pick them up as easy as falling off a log." "It's the wrong log!" Malone said. Burris folded his hands on the desk and looked at them for a second, frowning slightly like a psychiatrist. "Malone," he said at last, "I want you to listen to me. Calmly. Coolly. Collectedly." Malone shrugged. "All right," he said. "I'm calm and cool." "And collected," Burris added. "That, too," Malone said vaguely. "Malone," Burris began, "you've got to get rid of this idea that everything the FBI investigates these days is somehow linked with psionics. I know you've done a lot of work in that connection--" "Now, wait a minute," Malone said. "There are those errors. How did the technicians feed the wrong data into the machines?" "Errors do happen," Burris said. "If I slip on a banana peel, do I blame psionics? Do I even blame the United Fruit Growers? I do not, Malone. Instead, I tell myself that errors do happen. All the time." "Now," Malone said, "you've contradicted yourself." "I have?" Burris said with a look of complete surprise. "Sure," Malone said. He leaned forward across the desk. "If the errors were just ordinary accidental errors, then how were the spies responsible? And why did they stop after the spies were arrested? When you slip on a banana peel, does it matter whether or not the United Fruit Growers are out on strike?" "Oh," Burris said.