He fumbled at the badge on his shirt, twisting it so that he could read the number. “TP-07403,” the voice said, “you are now under the jurisdiction of the Telepathic Control Board. As a latent telepath, you will be kept under constant observation until such time as your sympathies and ultimate development can be determined. At that time you will be re-classified into one of two major groups--Serviceable or Unserviceable. If you are suitable, you will be inducted into the government service. If not, you will be dealt with accordingly. “As a loyal citizen, you can readily understand that our policy is in the interest of national welfare, and we know that you will give us your full cooperation throughout your observation period. Failure to do so will, of course, lead to your immediate classification as Unserviceable. Prisoner will now--” The voice was abruptly interrupted by a grating sound which reminded Neville of a scratchy recording. _Neville!_ The impulse swept over him suddenly, clearly, unexpectedly. _Listen to me carefully! This is Ellen. Trust me, darling. You must trust me. Follow these directions and I’ll explain later_. Brandt fell back against the cold wall as the thoughts pressed in on him. _Go through the door and down the corridor to your left. Take the third door on the right-hand side of the corridor, then follow the stairs--hurry! Hurry, Neville!_ Brandt hesitated. _Please, Neville!_ He pushed through the door and ran down the corridor to the stairs. He could not understand Ellen’s dual behavior, but he put the thought out of his mind. He had nothing to lose by trusting her implicitly. He bounded down the stairs and fell against a door. It flew open under his weight. The room was filled with banks of cybernetic controls--and was quite obviously the nerve center of the automatic building! Ellen was moving slowly around a long narrow table that contained the voice units of the huge robot prison. Blanding stood in tight-lipped silence at the far end of the table! Brandt threw himself at Blanding. They fell to the floor, struggling furiously. Almost instantly, Blanding was in telepathic command. Paralyzing pain seized Brandt and rocked him back against the table. Blanding clambered to his feet, his face contorted with rage. He rushed at Brandt, catching him in the pit of the stomach with his fist. The blow sucked the blood from Brandt’s head and his mind cleared a little. He struck back blindly and felt Blanding stagger backwards. He lunged after the falling man, sprawling on top of him, and pounded his head against the stone floor. Blanding’s body relaxed and he stopped struggling. Brandt got shakily to his feet. Ellen rushed to him. He took her into his arms, and held her tightly. “It’s all right,” he comforted her. “It’s all right.” He waited until she had stopped sobbing before he asked, “How do we get out of here?”