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And
Alfred
Lanning
's
face
contracted
into
a
rigidly
bitter
monument
of
disapproval
.
He
made
a
half
gesture
to
the
woman
who
sat
beside
him
,
but
her
thin
,
bloodless
lips
merely
pursed
themselves
a
trifle
.
Byerley
gasped
himself
a
stage
nearer
normality
.
"
Really
,
Dr.
Lanning
...
really
-
I.
.
.
I.
.
.
a
robot
?
"
Lanning
bit
his
words
off
with
a
snap
,
"
It
is
no
statement
of
mine
,
sir
.
I
would
be
quite
satisfied
to
have
you
a
member
of
humanity
.
Since
our
corporation
never
manufactured
you
,
I
am
quite
certain
that
you
are
--
in
a
legalistic
sense
,
at
any
rate
.
But
since
the
contention
that
you
are
a
robot
has
been
advanced
to
us
seriously
by
a
man
of
certain
standing
-
"
"
Do
n't
mention
his
name
,
if
it
would
knock
a
chip
off
your
granite
block
of
ethics
,
but
let
's
pretend
it
was
Frank
Quinn
,
for
the
sake
of
argument
,
and
continue
.
"
Lanning
drew
in
a
sharp
,
cutting
snort
at
the
interruption
,
and
paused
ferociously
before
continuing
with
added
frigidity
,
"
-
by
a
man
of
certain
standing
,
with
whose
identity
I
am
not
interested
in
playing
guessing
games
,
I
am
bound
to
ask
your
cooperation
in
disproving
it
.
The
mere
fact
that
such
a
contention
could
be
advanced
and
publicized
by
the
means
at
this
man
's
disposal
would
be
a
bad
blow
to
the
company
I
represent
--
even
if
the
charge
were
never
proven
.
You
understand
me
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
your
position
is
clear
to
me
.
The
charge
itself
is
ridiculous
.
The
spot
you
find
yourself
in
is
not
.
I
beg
your
pardon
,
if
my
laughter
offended
you
.
It
was
the
first
I
laughed
at
,
not
the
second
.
How
can
I
help
you
?
"
"
It
could
be
very
simple
.
You
have
only
to
sit
down
to
a
meal
at
a
restaurant
in
the
presence
of
witnesses
,
have
your
picture
taken
,
and
eat
.
"
Lanning
sat
back
in
his
chair
,
the
worst
of
the
interview
over
.
The
woman
beside
him
watched
Byerley
with
an
apparently
absorbed
expression
but
contributed
nothing
of
her
own
.
Stephen
Byerley
met
her
eyes
for
an
instant
,
was
caught
by
them
,
then
turned
back
to
the
roboticist
.
For
a
while
his
fingers
were
thoughtful
over
the
bronze
paper-weight
that
was
the
only
ornament
on
his
desk
.
