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           "Well,then,"Bogertshouted,"letthatclockworkcontraptionsolvetheentireproblemforyou.Whybotherwithnonessentials?"

           "That’sexactlythepoint.Herbiecan’tsolvetheproblem.Andifhecan’t,wecan’t–alone.I’msubmittingtheentirequestiontotheNationalBoard.It’sgottenbeyondus."

           Bogert’schairwentoverbackwardashejumpedupa-snarl,facecrimson."You’redoingnothingofthesort."

           Lanningflushedinhisturn,"AreyoutellingmewhatIcan’tdo?"

           "Exactly,"wasthegrittedresponse."I’vegottheproblembeatenandyou’renottotakeitoutofmyhands,understand?Don’tthinkIdon’tseethroughyou,youdesiccatedfossil.You’dcutyourownnoseoffbeforeyou’dletmegetthecreditforsolvingrobotictelepathy."

           "You’readamnedidiot,Bogert,andinonesecondI’llhaveyoususpendedforinsubordination"–Lanning’slowerliptrembledwithpassion.

           "Whichisonethingyouwon’tdo,Lanning.Youhaven’tanysecretswithamind-readingrobotaround,sodon’tforgetthatIknowallaboutyourresignation."

           TheashonLanning’scigartrembledandfell,andthecigaritselffollowed,"What...what-"

           Bogertchucklednastily,"AndI’mthenewdirector,beitunderstood.I’mveryawareofthat;don’tthinkI’mnot.Damnyoureyes,Lanning,I’mgoingtogivetheordersabouthereortherewillbethesweetestmessthatyou’veeverbeenin."

           Lanningfoundhisvoiceandletitoutwitharoar."You’resuspended,d’yehear?You’rerelievedofallduties.