Suddenly two policemen came into view on the screen, walking casually over the hill in which the opening was located. At the top they halted and looked out over the ocean. One of the men looked over his shoulder and pulled a bottle from an inside pocket. He offered it to his companion, who shook his head. The man shrugged and took a deep swallow himself, tucking the bottle inside his jacket again. I caught a sudden note of mild alarm from Blekeke's mind, which reminded me that he was still listening for careless thoughts of mine. The policemen continued walking toward the beach, heading to the right of the spaceship. I saw one of the Martians step back into the shadow of the ship. The others followed the policemen with their eyes. "We best going now," Blekeke said. He reached to turn off the picture.... And his hand froze. He saw the same thing I saw, and at just about the same time. He saw a dog. And he must have felt the triumphant, incoherent chortle that gushed from my mind. * * * * * The dog was a small, ragged, spotted terrier. It came trotting absentmindedly over the hill after the policemen, and at the top it stopped. It quivered. It sat down, pointed its nose at the spaceship and opened its mouth in a howl I could almost hear. Then the scene was gone; the lights in the room glowed; Blekeke was pointing the blaster at me. And his trigger finger was trembling. He was shaking, very slightly, all over. His red-hued skin had turned a much paler shade. I don't think I moved a muscle while I waited for him to speak. "I should killing you," he said. "Right now, I should killing you. Then maybe killing me. Or make boom." He laughed shrilly, almost hysterically. "You very cleverish. Finding one weakener. Tell polices bringing dogs." "Why, no," I said. "As a matter of fact, I told the dogs to bring the police." That caught his interest. His hand on the blaster relaxed enough so that I could breath. "That call I made from the car, coming here," I said. "It wasn't to the police. After the results of my first call to them, I thought it was just possible that you had somehow telenized all the desk sergeants. I wasn't thinking too sharp just then. Anyway, I called the city dog pound, instead. I told 'em to get as many dogs out here as fast as they possibly could." Blekeke spoke in a very soft voice. "Cleverly, cleverly. And I giving self way." "You sure did," I agreed. "There's dogs in every damn vision you dream up, you hate 'em so much. Same way some people have snakes." Blekeke gestured with the blaster. He had regained some of his color, and he wasn't trembling. "Getting up now. We leaving. Not kill if not necessary." Maxwell and I stood up. Blekeke backed through the door, motioning for us to follow. He walked us ahead of him along a corridor and down two flights of stairs, staying a safe distance behind us.