"Oh fine."
"Well, you"d still prefer to find her alive, wouldn"t you?"
"Couldn"t someone tell me?"
"And have you radiating the fact like a broadcasting station?"
"Why couldn"t I have joined her--you--?"
He shook his head in the same way that a man shakes it when he is trying to explain _why_ two plus two are four and not maybe five or three and a half. "Steve," he said, "You haven"t got Mekstroms" Disease."
"How do I get it?" I demanded hotly.
"n.o.body knows," he said unhappily. "If we did, we"d be providing the rest of the human race with indestructible bodies as fast as we could spread it and take care of them."
"But couldn"t I have been told _something_?" I pleaded. I must have sounded like a hurt kitten.
Marian put her hand on my arm. "Steve," she said, "You"d have been smoothed over, maybe brought in to work for us in some dead area. But then you turned up acting dangerously for all of us."
"Who--me?"
"By the time you came out for your visit, you were dangerous to us."
"What do you mean?"
"Let me find out. Relax, will you Steve? I"d like to read you deep.
Catherine, you come in with me."
"What are we looking for?"
"Traces of post-hypnotic suggestion. It"ll be hard to find because there will be only traces of a plan, all put in so that it looks like natural, logical reasoning."
Catherine looked doubtful. "When would they have the chance?" she asked.
"Thornd.y.k.e. In the hospital."
Catherine nodded and I relaxed. At the beginning I was very reluctant. I didn"t mind Catherine digging into the dark and dusty corners of my mind, but Marian Harrison bothered me.
"Think of the accident, Steve," she said.
Then I managed to lull my reluctant mind by remembering that she was trying to help me. I relaxed mentally and physically and regressed back to the day of the accident. I found it hard even then to go through the love-play and sweet seriousness that went on between Catherine and me, knowing that Marian Harrison was a sort of mental spectator. But I fought down my reticence and went on with it.
I practically re-lived the accident. It was easier now that I"d found Catherine again. It was like a cleansing bath. I began to enjoy it. So I went on with my life and adventures right up to the present. Having come to the end, I stopped.
Marian looked at Catherine. "Did you get it?"
Silence. More silence. Then, "It seems dim. Almost incredulous--that it could be--" with a trail-off into thought again.
Phillip snorted. "Make with the chin-music, you two. The rest of us aren"t telepaths, you know."
"Sorry," said Marian. "It"s sort of complicated and hard to figure, you know. What seems to be the case is sort of like this," she went on in an uncertain tone, "We can"t find any direct evidence of anything like hypnotic suggestion. The urge to follow what you call the Highways in Hiding is rather high for a mere b.u.mp of curiosity, but nothing definite. I think you were probably urged very gently. Catherine objects, saying that it would take a brilliant psycho-telepath to do a job delicate enough to produce the urge without showing the traces of the operation."
"Someone of scholar grade in both psychology and telepathy," said Catherine.
I thought it over for a moment. "It seems to me that whoever did it--if it was done--was well aware that a good part of this urge would be generated by Catherine"s total and unexplicable disappearance. You"d have saved yourselves a lot of trouble--and saved me a lot of heartache if you"d let me know something. G.o.d! Haven"t you any feelings?"
Catherine looked at me from hurt eyes. "Steve," she said quietly, "A billion girls have sworn that they"d rather die than live without their one and only. I swore it too. But when your life"s end is shown to you on a microscope slide, love becomes less important. What should I do?
Just die? Painfully?"
That was handing it to me on a platter. It hurt but I am not chuckleheaded enough to insist that she come with me to die instead of leaving me and living. What really hurt was not knowing.
"Steve," said Marian. "You know that we couldn"t have told you the truth."
"Yeah," I agreed disconsolately.
"Let"s suppose that Catherine wrote you a letter telling you that she was alive and safe, but that she"d reconsidered the marriage. You were to forget her and all that. What happens next?"
Unhappily I told him. "I"d not have believed it."
Phillip nodded. "Next would have been a telepath-esper team. Maybe a perceptive with a temporal sense who could retrace that letter back to the point of origin, teamed up with a telepath strong enough to drill a hole through the dead area that surrounds New Washington. Why, even before Rhine Inst.i.tute, it was sheer folly for a runaway to write a letter. What would it be now?"
I nodded. What he said was true, but it did not ease the hurt.
"Then on the other hand," he went on in a more cheerful vein, "Let"s take another look at us and you, Steve. Tell me, fellow, where are you now?"
I looked up at him. Phillip was smiling in a knowing-superior sort of manner. I looked at Marian. She was half-smiling. Catherine looked satisfied. I got it.
"Yeah. I"m here."
"You"re here without having any letters, without leaving any broad trail of suspicion upon yourself. You"ve not disappeared, Steve. You"ve been a-running up and down the country all on your own decision. Where you go and what you do is your own business and n.o.body is going to set up a hue and cry after you. Sure, it took a lot longer this way. But it was a lot safer." He grinned wide then as he went on, "And if you"d like to take some comfort out of it, just remember that you"ve shown yourself to be quite capable, filled with dogged determination, and ultimately successful."
He was right. In fact, if I"d tried the letter-following stunt long earlier, I"d have been here a lot sooner.
"All right," I said. "So what do we do now?"
"We go on and on and on, Steve, until we"re successful."
"Successful?"
He nodded soberly. "Until we can make every man, woman, and child on the face of this Earth as much physical superman as we are, our job is not finished."
I nodded. "I learned a few of the answers at the Macklin Place."
"Then this does not come as a complete shock."
"No. Not a complete shock. But there are a lot of loose ends still. So the basic theme I"ll buy. Scholar Phelps and his Medical Center are busy using their public position to create the nucleus of a totalitarian state, or a physical hierarchy. You and the Highways in Hiding are busy tearing Phelps down because you don"t want to see any more rule by the Divine Right of Kings, Dictators, or Family Lines."
"Go on, Steve."