"You"re going to take some school before you are fit to walk among normal people, Steve," said Gloria with amused interest.
"You"re informing me?" I asked with some dismay, eyeing the wreckage left in my wake. Compared to the New Steve Cornell, the famous bull in the china shop was Gentle Ferdinand. I picked up the cigarette package again; it squoze down even though I tried to treat it gentle; I felt like Lenny, pinching the head off of the mouse. I also felt about as much of a b.u.mbling idiot as Lenny, too.
My re-education went on before, through, and after breakfast. I manhandled old books from the attic. I shredded newspapers. I ruined some more lead pencils and finally broke the pencil sharpener to boot. I put an elbow through the middle panel of the kitchen door without even feeling it and then managed to twist off the door k.n.o.b. Generally operating like a one-man army of vandals, I laid waste to the Farrow home.
Having thus ruined a nice house, Gloria decided to try my strength on her car. I was much too fast and too hard on the brakes, which of course was not too bad because my foot was also too insensitive on the go-pedal. We took off like a rocket being launched and then I tromped on the brakes (Bending the pedal) which brought us down sharp like hitting a haystack. This allowed our heads to catch up with the rest of us; I"m sure that if we"d been normal-bodied human beings we"d have had our spines snapped. Eventually I learned that everything had to be handled as if it were tissue paper, and gradually re-adjusted my reflexes to take proper cognizance of the feedback data according to my new body.
We returned home after a hectic twenty miles of roadwork and I broke the gla.s.s as I slammed the car door.
"It"s going to take time," I admitted with some reluctance.
"It always does," smiled Farrow as cheerfully as if I hadn"t ruined their possessions.
"I don"t know how I"m going to face your folks."
Farrow"s smile became cryptic. "Maybe they won"t notice."
"Now look, Farrow----"
"Steve, don"t forget for the moment that you"re the only known Mekstrom Carrier."
"In other words your parents are due for the treatment next?"
"Oh, I was most thorough. Both of them are in the final stages right now. I"m sure that anything you did to the joint will only be added to by the time they get to the walking stage. And also anything you did they"ll feel well repaid."
"I didn"t do anything for them."
"You provided them with Mekstrom bodies," she said simply.
"They took to it willingly?"
"Yes. As soon as they were convinced by watching me and my strength.
They knew what it would be like, but they were all for it."
"You"ve been a very busy girl," I told her.
She just nodded. Then she looked up at me with troubled eyes and asked, "What are you going to do now, Steve?"
"I"m going to haul the whole shebang down like Samson in the Temple."
"A lot of innocent people are going to get hurt if you do that."
"I can"t very well find a cave in Antarctica and hide," I replied glumly.
"Think a bit, Steve. Could either side afford to let you walk into New Washington with the living proof of your Mekstrom Body?"
#Didn"t stop "em before,# I thought angrily. #And it seems to me that both sides were sort of urging me to go and do something that would uncover the other side.#
"Not deep enough," said Farrow. "That was only during the early phases.
Go back to the day when you didn"t know what was going on."
I grunted sourly, "Look, Farrow, tell me. Why must I fumble my way through this as I"ve fumbled through everything else?"
"Because only by coming to the conclusion in your own way will you be convinced that someone isn"t lying to you. Now, think it over, Steve."
It made sense. Even if I came to the wrong conclusion, I"d believe it more than if someone had told me. Farrow nodded, following my thoughts.
Then I plunged in:
#First we have a man who is found to be a carrier of Mekstrom"s Disease.
He doesn"t know anything about the disease. Right?# (Farrow nodded slowly.) #So now the Medical Center puts an anchor onto their carrier by sicking an attractive dame on his trail. Um--# At this point I went into a bit of a mental whirly-around trying to find an answer to one of the puzzlers. Farrow just looked at me with a non-leading expression, waiting. I came out of the merry-go-round after six times around the circuit and went on:
#I don"t know all the factors. Obviously, Catherine had to lead me fast because we had to marry before she contracted the disease from me. But there"s a discrepancy, Farrow. The little blonde receptionist caught it in twenty-four hours--?#
"Steve," said Farrow, "this is one I"ll have to explain, since you"re not a medical person. The period of incubation depends upon the type of contact. You actually bit the receptionist. That put blood contact into it. You didn"t draw any blood from Catherine."
"We were pretty close," I said with a slight reddening of the ears.
"From a medical standpoint, you were not much closer to Catherine than you have been to me, or Dr. Thornd.y.k.e. You were closer to Thornd.y.k.e and me, say, than you"ve been to many of the incidental parties along the path of our travels."
"Well, let that angle go for the moment. Anyway, Catherine and I had to marry before the initial traces were evident. Then I"d be in the position of a man whose wife had contracted Mekstrom"s Disease on our honeymoon, whereupon the Medical Center would step in and cure her, and I"d be in the position of being forever grateful and willing to do anything that the Medical Center wanted me to do. And as a poor non-telepath, I"d probably never learn the truth. Right?"
"So far," she said, still in a noncommittal tone.
"So now we crack up along the Highway near the Harrison place. The Highways take her in because they take any victim in no matter what. I also presume from what"s gone on that Catherine is a high enough telepath to conceal her thinking and so to become an undercover agent in the midst of the Highways organization. And at this point the long long trail takes a fork, doesn"t it? The Medical Center gang did not know about the Highways in Hiding until Catherine and I barrelled into it end over end."
Farrow"s face softened, and although she said nothing I knew I was on the right track.
#So at this point,# I went on silently, #Medical Center found themselves in a mild quandary. They could hardly put another woman on my trail because I was already emotionally involved with the missing Catherine--and so they decided to use me in another way. I was shown enough to keep me busy, I was more or less urged to go track down the Highways in Hiding for the Medical Center. After all, as soon as I"d made the initial discovery, Phelps and his outfit shouldn"t have needed any more help.#
"A bit more thinking, Steve. You"ve come up with that answer before."
#Sure. Phelps wanted me to take my tale to the Government. About this secret Highway outfit. But if neither side can afford to have the secret come out, how come--?# I pondered this for a long time and admitted that it made no sense to me. Finally Farrow shook her head and said,
"Steve, I"ve got to prompt you now and then. But remember that I"m trying to make you think it out yourself. Now consider: You are running an organization that must be kept secret. Then someone learns the secret and starts heading for the Authorities. What is your next move?"
"Okay," I replied. "So I"m stupid. Naturally, I pull in my horns, hide my signs, and make like nothing was going on."
"So stopping the advance of your organization, which is all that Phelps really can expect."
I thought some more. #And the fact that I was carrying a story that would get me popped into the nearest hatch for the incipient paranoid made it all right?#
She nodded.
"And now?" she asked me.
"And now I"m living proof of my story. Is that right?"
"Right. And Steve, do not forget for one moment that the only reason that you"re still alive is because you are valuable to both sides alive.
Dead, you"re only good for a small quant.i.ty of Mekstrom Inoculation."