“You won't give up the runaway?” “To the Mule, perhaps. The conversation had degenerated to a whisper and the lieutenant turned sharply away. “Disperse the crowd!” he said to his men, with suppressed ferocity. The electric whips rose and fell.
“But,” said Mis, casually, “if you would first help me—” The psychologist paused, and smiled, “A little surface probe that doesn't hurt. It wouldn't touch but the peel of your brain. There was a flare of deadly fear in Magnifico's eyes. I have seen it used.