_And all it takes is a few of you. I don’t know how many—I don’t know how many of you there really are, for that matter. But it must be a fair number to stock all your branches with “top-level” executives and the lower-level men and women who really believe in the PRS blind, and do their best to keep it working._ _There are probably a lot of ways it might work, but the simplest and best way I can think of is this one: there’s a clearing-house sort of set-up, and information comes in from various telepathic spies working for the PRS, about various projected activities of the imbecile contingent._ _And, from this information, you figure out the best time and place for lightning to strike, and you select the kind of lightning it’s going to be. Here it’s a misplaced letter, there some “facts” that aren’t facts, and somewhere else a dropped package of secret records. Somebody goofs—and is exposed._ _Maybe it works on the local-organization level. Maybe there are teams all over the country, all ready to synchronize their minds and jab somebody in the thought processes at just the right time, in just the right way, as soon as they get the word. That’s one way of doing it, maybe the best way._ _There are others, but it doesn’t really matter how that end of it works. The important thing is that it does work._ _And, when it works, it can certainly create quite a mess. Yes-sirree, Bob. Or Lou, as the case may be._ _I sure hope somebody’s picking all this up, because I’d hate to have to explain it again when I get there._ _Are you there, anybody?_ Malone imagined he heard Lou’s voice. “Yes, Ken,” she said. “Yes, I’m here.” But, of course, there was no way for them to get through to him. They were telepathic, but Kenneth J. Malone wasn’t he told himself sadly. _Hello, out there_, he thought. _I hope you’ve been listening so far, because there isn’t going to be too much more. But there are a couple of things that still need to be cleared up. I’ve got some answers, but there are others I’m going to need._ _There’s Russia, for instance. It does seem to me as if your teams in Russia, whatever they’re calling themselves, are having a lot more fun than the U. S. teams. For one thing they’ve got an easier job._ _In this country, the teams are looking for ways to get rid of the blockheads, and there are a lot of them. In Russia, you don’t have to get rid of the blockheads. All you have to do is clear the road for them. And you can do that by fouling up the more intelligent people._ “Intelligent people?” he could hear Lou say. _Intelligence doesn’t mean good sense_, Malone thought. _I don’t doubt that the men who are maintaining Russia’s power are intelligent men— but what they’re doing is bad for the world as a whole, in the long run._ _So you foul them up, and leave the blockheads a clear field to run the country into the ground. And that’s easier than fouling up the blockheads._ _Sure it is._