"All right. If we accept the need-of-data theory, which we have to, what would the tenth android be doing? Trying to get his hands on it. He could conceivably have made contact with King. King took a picture of the ninth android. Our still able and functioning number ten found his way to Doctor Corson's room in Greenwich Village and demolished number nine, for reasons of his own, so he could have made contact with King, put him under domination, and sent him after the data." "How could he know where the data was?" Taber shrugged. "I said there were some pretty weak strings in my logic. But it so shaped, as I saw it, where it would stand or smash on one point. If King had waited in your office for your return, I would have been forced to assume he was there on his own. But he left, so I'm going to figure he took what he came for--the bait you dangled under his nose." "That brings up a question in my mind. If you're right, King will now make contact with the android, will he not?" "I assume he will." "And that will give you a chance to capture him and have the whole ten accounted for?" "I don't want him until he sends the data back to whoever is waiting for it." "You'd like to have them build their synthetic army on the specifications I made out?" "I'd dearly love that." "Do you know where to contact King again?" "He's being tailed. They stripped me, but I still have two men left." "You're being treated miserably!" Entman scowled. "I'm going to talk to some people about this. I refuse to allow--" "Thanks, but not for a while. I've shaped my operation on a one-man basis. I'd be embarrassed if they relented. I wouldn't know what to do with all the men." Entman's little eyes shone with affection. "I can only wish you good luck." "Thanks. I'll need it." "And one more thing I was wondering." "What's that?" "Why do you suppose the tenth android killed the one in the Village?" "Another case of taking one reason for want of a better one. I think it was his way of delivering the creature to us for research. He couldn't know for sure that we already had his 'brothers.'" "You're right--you must be," Entman agreed. "Small consolation. I'd like a few facts to go on for a change instead of having to depend on logic all the time," Taber growled. "What are you referring to?" "The data. I'm assuming, _if_ that's what's important, that the tenth creature has a way of getting the stuff back up there." "I can help a little on that," Entman said. "I can assure you that from what I've found in those brains, the data could, most likely, be sent mentally." "You're sure of that?" "I've found a certain part of those brains developed in a peculiar way--" Taber smiled. "You're sure of that?" "Well ... that's my theory. It would appear logical that--"