"Manley groaned. 'Latent telekinetics. All they needed was the proper stimulus, and like damned fools we gave it to them. Now what do we do? We're going to have one hell of a time catching them, and even if we do, we can't put them in a locked room. And I don't suppose a jacket would hold one of them long. We could nail the door shut. Do you suppose they can work nails out of wood? No kind of lock or bolt would keep them in. Maybe we'll have to weld cells for them."
From "The Madder They Come"
By Lloyd Biggle, Jr.
1958.