Joan got up and came over to the table. "How come this deck has two tens of hearts in it?" She riffled through the deck, and pulled out one card. "Oh! You thought the seventh card was the ten of hearts; it was the ten of diamonds. See?"

"I guess I did," Ben admitted, "I"m sorry I threw you a curve. The light isn"t any too good." " "Joan prefers artistic lighting effects to saving her eyes," explained Phil. "I"m glad it happened; it shows she was using telepathy, not clairvoyance. Now for a spot of mathematics. We"ll skip the usual stunts like cube roots, instantaneous addition, logarithms of hyperbolic functions, and stuff. Take my word for it; she can do "em. You can try her later on those simple tricks. Here"s a little honey I shot in my own kitchen. It involves fast reading, complete memory, handling of unbelievable number of permutations and combinations, and mathematical investigation of alternatives. You play solitaire, Ben?"

"Sure."

"I want you to shuffle the cards thoroughly, then lay out a Canfield solitaire, dealing from left to right, then play it out, three cards at a time, going through the deck again and again, until you are stuck and can"t go any farther."

"Okay. What"s the gag?"



"After you have shuffled and cut, I want you to riffle the cards through once, holding them up so that Joan gets a quick glimpse of the index on each card. Then wait a moment."

Silently he did what he had been asked to do. Joan checked him. "You"ll have to do it again, Ben. I saw only fifty-one cards."

"Two of them must have stuck together. I"ll do it more carefully." He repeated it.

"Fifty-two that time. That"s fine."

"Are you ready, Joan?"

"Yes, Phil. Take it down; hearts to the six, diamonds to the four, spades to the deuce, no clubs."

Cob.u.m looked incredulous. "Do you mean that is the way this game is going to come out?"

"Try it and see."

He dealt the cards out from left to right, then played the game out slowly. Joan stopped him at one point. "No, play the king of hearts" stack into that s.p.a.ce, rather than the king of spades. The king of spades play would have gotten the ace of clubs out, but three less hearts would play out if you did so." Coburn made no comment, but did as she told him to do. Twice more she stopped him and indicated a different choice of alternatives.

The game played out exactly as she had predicted.

Cob.u.m ran his hand through his hair and stared at the cards. "Joan," he said meekly, "does your head ever ache?"

"Not from doing that stuff. It doesn"t seem to be an effort at all."

"You know," put in Phil, seriously, "there isn"t any real reason why it should be a strain. So far as we know, thinking requires no expenditure of energy at all. A person ought to be able to think straight and accurately with no effort. I"ve a notion that it is faulty thinking that makes headaches."

"But how in the devil does she do it, Phil? It makes my head ache just to try to imagine the size of that problem, if it were worked out long hand by conventional mathematics."

"I don"t know how she does it. Neither does she." "Then how did she learn to do it?" "We"ll take that up later. First, I want to show you our piece de resistance."

"I can"t take much more. I"m groggy now." "You"ll like this."

"Wait a minute, Phil. I want to try one of my own. How fast can Joan read?"

"As fast as she can see."

"Hmm-". The doctor hauled a sheaf of typewritten pages out of his inside coat pocket. "I"ve got the second draft of a paper I"ve been working on. Let"s try Joan on a page of it. Okay, Joan?"

He separated an inner page from the rest and handed it to her. She glanced at it and handed it back at once. He looked puzzled and said: "What"s the matter?"

"Nothing. Check me as I read back." She started in a rapid singsong, " "page four. -now according to Cunningham, fifth edition, page 547: "Another strand of fibres, videlicet, the fasciculus spinocerebellaris (posterior), prolonged upwards in the lateral fumiculus of the medulla spinallis, gradually leaves this portion of the medulla oblongata. This tract lies on the surface, and is-"

"That"s enough, Joan, hold it. G.o.d knows how you did it, but you read and memorized that page of technical junk in a split second." He grinned slyly. "But your p.r.o.nunciation was a bit spotty. Grandfather Stonebender"s would have been perfect."

"What can you expect? I don"t know what half of the words mean."

"Joan, how did you learn to do all this stuff?" "Truthfully, Doctor, I don"t know. It"s something like learning to ride a bicycle-you take one spill after another, then one day you get on and just ride away, easy as you please. And in a week you are riding without handlebars and trying stunts. It"s been like that-I knew what I wanted to do, and one day I could. Come on, Phil"s getting impatient."

Ben maintained a puzzled silence and permitted Phil to lead him to a little desk in the corner. "Joan, can we use any drawer? OK. Ben, pick out a drawer in this desk, remove any articles you wish, add anything you wish. Then, without looking into the drawer, stir up the contents and remove a few articles and drop them into another drawer. I want to eliminate the possibility of telepathy."

"Phil, don"t worry about my housekeeping. My large staff of secretaries will be only too happy to straighten out that desk after you get through playing with it."

"Don"t stand in the way of science, little one. Besides," he added, glancing into a drawer, "this desk obviously hasn"t been straightened for at least six months. A little more stirring up won"t hurt it."

"Humph! What can you expect when I spend all my time learning parlor tricks for you? Besides, I know where everything is." "That"s just what I am afraid of, and why I want Ben to introduce a little more of the random element-if possible. Go ahead, Ben."

When the doctor had complied and closed the drawer, Phil continued, "Better use pencil and paper on this one, Joan. First list everything you see in the drawer, then draw a little sketch to show approximate locations and arrangement."

"OK." She sat down at the desk and commenced to write rapidly; One large black leather handbag Six-inch ruler Ben stopped her. "Wait a minute. This is all wrong. I would have

noticed anything as big as a handbag."

She wrinkled her brow. "Which drawer did you say?" "

"The second on the right." "I thought you said the top drawer."

"Well, perhaps I did." She started again: Bra.s.s paper knife Six a.s.sorted pencils and a red pencil Thirteen rubber bands Pearl-

handled penknife

"That must be your knife, Ben. It"s very pretty; why haven"t I seen it before?"

"I bought it in San Francisco. Good G.o.d, girl. You haven"t seen it

yet."

One paper of matches, advertising the Sir Francis Drake Hotel Eight letters and two bills Two ticket stubs, the Follies Burlesque Theatre- "Doctor, I"m surprised at you."

"Get on with your knitting."

"Provided you promise to take me the next time you go."

One fever thermometer with a pocket clip Art gum and a typewriter eraser Three keys, a.s.sorted One lipstick. Max Factor #3 A scratch pad and some file cards, used on one side One small brown paper sack containing one pair stockings, size nine, shade Creole.-"I"d forgotten that I had bought them; I searched all through the house for a decent pair this morning."

"Why didn"t you just use your X-ray eyes, Mrs. Houdini?"

She looked startled. "Do you know, it just didn"t occur to me. I haven"t gotten around to trying to use this stuff yet."

"Anything else in the drawer?"

"Nothing but a box of notepaper. Just a sec: I"ll make the sketch." She sketched busily for a couple of minutes, her tongue between her teeth, her eyes darting from the paper toward the closed drawer and back again. Ben inquired, "Do you have to look in the direction of the drawer to see inside it?"

"No, but it helps. It makes me dizzy to see a thing when I am looking away from it."

The contents and arrangement of the drawer were checked and found to be exactly as Joan had stated they were. Doctor Cob.u.m sat quietly, making no comment, when they had finished. Phil, slightly irked at his lack of demonstrativeness, spoke to him.

"Well, Ben, what did you think of it? How did you like it?"

"You know what I thought of it. You"ve proved your theory up to the hilt-but I"m thinking about the implications, some of the possibilities. I think we"ve just been handed the greatest boon a surgeon ever had to work with. Joan, can you see inside a human body?"

"I don"t know. I"ve never-"

"Look at me."

She stared at him for a silent moment. "Why- why, I can see your

heart beat! I can see-"

"Phil, can you teach me to see the way she does?"

Huxley rubbed his nose. "I don"t know. Maybe-"

Joan bent over the big chair in which the doctor was seated.

"Won"t he go under, Phil?"

"h.e.l.l, no. I"ve tried everything but tapping his skull with a bungstarter. I don"t believe there"s any brain there to hypnotize."

"Don"t be pettish. Let"s try again. How do you feel, Ben?"

"All right, but wide awake." I"m going out of the room this time.

Maybe I"m a distracting factor. Now be a good boy and go sleepy-

bye." She left them.

Five minutes later Huxley called out to her, "Come on back in, kid.

He"s under." She came in and looked at Coburn where he lay sprawled in her big easy chair, quiet, eyes half closed. "Ready for me?" she asked, turning to Huxley.

"Yes. Get ready." She lay down on the couch. "You know what I want; get in rapport with Ben as soon as you go under. Need any persuasion to get to sleep?"

No.

"Very well, then-Sleep!"

She became quiet, lax.

"Are you under, Joan?"

"Yes, Phil."

"Can you reach Ben"s mind?"

A short pause: "Yes."

"What do you find?"

"Nothing. It"s like an empty room, but friendly. Wait a moment-he greeted me."

"Just a greeting. It wasn"t in words."

"Can you hear me, Ben?"

"Sure, Phil."

"You two are together?"

"Yes. Yes, indeed."

"Listen to me, both of you, I want you to wake up slowly, remaining in rapport. Then Joan is to teach Ben how to perceive that which is not seen. Can you do it?"

"Yes, Phil, we can." It was as if one voice had spoken.

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