"Tell him that he is free to come to us and surrender at any time within the next twenty hours, planetary. After that, he will be taken by the most expedient means. After the surrender deadline, you can assure him that his life will be of less importance to us, and to the Sector Guardsman, than that of the most humble native. "Here's your mental amplifier, if you need it." Genro Kir looked at the proffered circlet, then slowly extended a hand. He took the device, turned it around in his hands for a few moments, then put it on. Suddenly, his face set in decision, and he sat quietly for a while, grim faced. At last, he looked up. "I got him. He argued a little, but he had a poor argument, and he knew it. He'll be here within an hour, screens down." THE END Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from _Astounding Science Fiction_ April 1955. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected without note.