That got at the men. Meanwhile we had usuform cooks touring the residential districts and offering to prepare old-fashioned meals free. There wasn't a housewife whose husband didn't say regularly once a week, "Why can't we have more old-fashioned food instead of all these concentrates? Why, my mother used to--" Few of the women knew the art. Those of them who could afford android cooks hadn't found them too satisfactory. And husbands kept muttering about mother. The chance of a happy home was worth the risk of these dreadful dangerous new things. So our usuform cooks did their stuff and husbands were rapturously pleased and everything began to look swell. (We remembered to check up on a few statistics three quarters of an hour later--it seemed we had in a way included Guzub's third appeal after all.) So things were coming on sweetly until one day at the Sunspot I looked up to see we had a visitor. "I heard that I might find you here," Sanford Grew smiled. He beckoned to Guzub and said "Your oldest brandy." Guzub knew him by sight. I saw one tentacle flicker hesitantly toward a bottle of mikiphin, that humorously named but none the less effective knockout liquor. I shook my head, and Guzub shrugged resignedly. "Well?" Quinby asked directly. "Gentlemen," said Sanford Grew, "I have come here to make a last appeal to you." "You can take your appeal," I said, "and--" Quinby shushed me. "Yes, sir?" "This is not a business appeal, young men. This is an appeal to your consciences, to your duty as citizens of the Empire of Earth." I saw Quinby looking a little bothered. The smiling old boy was shrewd; he knew that the conscience was where to aim a blow at Quinby. "Our consciences are clear--I think and trust." "Are they? This law that you finagled through the Council, that destroyed what you call my monopoly--it did more than that. That 'monopoly' rested on our control of the factors which make robots safe and prevent them from ever harming living beings. You have removed that control." Quinby laughed with relief. "Is that all? I knew you'd been using that line in publicity but I didn't think you expected us to believe it. There are other safety factors beside yours. We're using them, and the law still insists on the use of some, though not necessarily Robinc's. I'm afraid my conscience is untouched." "I do not know," said Sanford Grew, "whether I am flattering or insulting you when I say I know that it is no use trying to buy you out at any price. You are immune to reason--" "Because it's on our side," said Quinby quietly. "I am left with only one recourse." He rose and smiled a gentle farewell. "Good day, gentlemen." He'd left the brandy untouched. I finished it, and was glad I'd vetoed Guzub's miki. "One recourse--" Quinby mused. "That must mean--" I nodded. * * * * *