Lenny grinned. "That's all right, Mr. President. I sometimes forget it myself. But it was his handicap, I guess, that made him concentrate on telepathy, so that he doesn't need his ears to hear what people are saying. Maybe I could read minds the way he does if I'd been born that way. "Come to think of it, I doubt if the Russians would have believed he was a spy if they'd caught him, unless they really did believe he was telepathic. A physical examination would show immediately that he was born without eardrums and that the inner ear bones are fused. They wouldn't try to make a man talk if an examination showed that he really was a deaf-mute." The buzzer on the colonel's intercom sounded. "Yes?" said Spaulding. "Dr. Davenport is here," said Sergeant Nugget. "He wants to talk to you." "Send him in," said Colonel Spaulding gleefully. "I have a nice scientific theory I want to shove down his throat." * * * * * End of Project Gutenberg's The Foreign Hand Tie, by Gordon Randall Garrett