"All right. So now you know."
"Then where the h.e.l.l is she, Doc?" The drug was not as all-powerful as it had been and I was beginning to feel excitement again.
"We don"t know, Steve."
"How about the guy that hauled me out of that wreck? What does he say?"
"He was there when we arrived. The car had been hauled off you by block and tackle. By the time we got there the tackle had been burned and the car was back down again in a crumpled ma.s.s. He is a farmer by the name of Harrison. He had one of his older sons with him, a man about twenty-four, named Phillip. They both swore later that there was no woman in that car nor a trace of one."
"Oh, he did, did he?"
Dr. Thornd.y.k.e shook his head slowly and then said very gently. "Steve, there"s no predicting what a man"s mind will do in a case of shock. I"ve seen "em come up with a completely false ident.i.ty, all the way back to childhood. Now, let"s take your case once more. Among the other incredible items--"
"Incredible?" I roared.
"Easy. Hear me out. After all, am I to believe your unsubstantiated story or the evidence of a whole raft of witnesses, the police detail, the accident squad, and the guys who hauled you out of a burning car before it blew up? As I was saying, how can we credit much of your tale when you raved about one man lifting the car and the other hauling you out from underneath?"
I shrugged. "That"s obviously a mistaken impression. No one could--"
"So when you admit that one hunk of your story is mistaken--"
"That doesn"t prove the rest is false!"
"The police have been tracking this affair hard," said the doctor slowly. "They"ve gotten nowhere. Tell me, did anyone see you leave that apartment with Miss Lewis?"
"No," I said slowly. "No one that knew us."
Thornd.y.k.e shook his head unhappily. "That"s why we have to a.s.sume that you are in post-accident shock."
I snorted angrily. "Then explain the license, the date with the reverend, the hotel reservation?"
Thornd.y.k.e said quietly, "Hear me out, Steve. This is not my own idea alone, but the combined ideas of a number of people who have studied the human mind--"
"In other words, I"m nuts?"
"No. Shock."
"Shock?"
He nodded very slowly. "Let"s put it this way. Let"s a.s.sume that you wanted this marriage with Miss Lewis. You made preparations, furnished an apartment, got a license, made a date with a preacher, reserved a honeymoon suite, and bought flowers for the bride. You take off from work, arrive at her door, only to find that Miss Lewis has taken off for parts unknown. Maybe she left you a letter--"
"Letter!"
"Hear me out, Steve. You arrive at her apartment and find her gone. You read a letter from her saying that she cannot marry you. This is a rather deep shock to you and you can"t face it. Know what happens?"
"I blow my brains out along a country road at ninety miles per hour."
"Please, this is serious."
"It sounds incredibly stupid to me."
"You"re rejecting it in the same way you rejected the fact that Miss Lewis ran away rather than marry you."
"Do go on, Doctor."
"You drive along the same road you"d planned to take, but the frustration and shock pile up to put you in an accident-p.r.o.ne frame of mind. You then pile up, not consciously, but as soon as you come upon something like that tree limb which can be used to make an accident authentic."
"Oh, sure."
Thornd.y.k.e eyed me soberly. "Steve," he asked me in a brittle voice, "you won"t try to convince me that any esper will let physical danger of that sort get close enough to--"
"I"ve told you how it happened. My attention was on that busted sign!"
"Fine. More evidence to the fact that Miss Lewis was with you? Now listen to me. In accident-shock you"d not remember anything that your mind didn"t want you to recall. Failure is a hard thing to take. So now you can blame your misfortune on that accident."
"So now you tell me how you justify the fact that Catherine told landladies, friends, bosses, and all the rest that she was going to marry me a good long time before I was ready to be verbal about my plans?"
"I--"
"Suppose I"ve succeeded in bribing everybody to perjure themselves.
Maybe we all had it in for Catherine, and did her in?"
Thornd.y.k.e shrugged. "I don"t know," he said. "I really don"t know, Steve. I wish I did."
"That makes two of us," I grunted. "Hasn"t anybody thought of arresting me for kidnapping, suspicion of murder, reckless driving and cluttering up the highway with junk?"
"Yes," he said quietly. "The police were most thorough. They had two of their top men look into you."
"What did they find?" I asked angrily. No man likes to have his mind turned inside out and laid out flat so that all the little wheels, cables and levers are open to the public gaze. On the other hand, since I was not only innocent of any crime but as baffled as the rest of them, I"d have gone to them willingly to let them dig, to see if they could dig past my conscious mind into the real truth.
"They found that your story was substantially an honest one."
"Then why all this balderdash about shock, rejection, and so on?"
He shook his head. "None of us are supermen," he said simply. "Your story was honest, you weren"t lying. You believe every word of it. You saw it, you went through it. That doesn"t prove your story true."
"Now see here--"
"It does prove one thing; that you, Steve Cornell, did not have any malicious, premeditated plans against Catherine Lewis. They"ve checked everything from h.e.l.l to breakfast, and so far all we can do is make long-distance guesses as to what happened."
I snorted in my disgust. "That"s a telepath for you. Everything so neatly laid out in rows of slats like a snow fence. Me--I"m going to consult a scholar and have him really dig me deep."
Thornd.y.k.e shook his head. "They had their top men, Steve. Scholar Redfern and Scholar Berks. Both of them Rhine Scholars, _magna c.u.m laude_."
I blinked as I always do when I am flabbergasted. I"ve known a lot of doctors of this and that, from medicine to languages. I"ve even known a scholar or two, but none of them intimately. But when a doctor of psi is invited to take his scholarte at Rhine, that"s it, brother; I pa.s.s.
Thornd.y.k.e smiled. "You weren"t too bad yourself, Steve. Ran twelfth in your cla.s.s at Illinois, didn"t you?"