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The
thin
man
stared
,
and
said
in
a
cracked
voice
,
"
Hit
me
!
"
With
sudden
energy
,
he
thrust
out
his
chin
at
an
angle
.
"
Hit
me
!
You
say
you
're
not
a
robot
.
Prove
it
.
You
ca
n't
hit
a
human
,
you
monster
.
"
There
was
a
queer
,
flat
,
dead
silence
.
Byerley
's
voice
punctured
it
.
"
I
have
no
reason
to
hit
you
.
"
The
thin
man
was
laughing
wildly
.
"
You
ca
n't
hit
me
.
You
wo
n't
hit
me
.
You
're
not
a
human
.
You
're
a
monster
,
a
make-believe
man
.
"
And
Stephen
Byerley
,
tight-lipped
,
in
the
face
of
thousands
who
watched
in
person
and
the
millions
who
watched
by
screen
,
drew
back
his
fist
and
caught
the
man
crackingly
upon
the
chin
.
The
challenger
went
over
backwards
in
sudden
collapse
,
with
nothing
on
his
face
but
blank
,
blank
surprise
.
Byerley
said
,
"
I
'm
sorry
.
Take
him
in
and
see
that
he
's
comfortable
.
I
want
to
speak
to
him
when
I
'm
through
.
"
And
when
Dr.
Calvin
,
from
her
reserved
space
,
turned
her
automobile
and
drove
off
,
only
one
reporter
had
recovered
sufficiently
from
the
shock
to
race
after
her
,
and
shout
an
unheard
question
.
Susan
Calvin
called
over
her
shoulder
,
"
He
's
human
.
"
That
was
enough
.
The
reporter
raced
away
in
his
own
direction
.
The
rest
of
the
speech
might
be
described
as
"
Spoken
but
not
heard
.
"
