"By Cartier Taylor."
"Great t.i.tle," Boyd said. "Does he say which is which?"
"Let"s get back to serious business," Malone said, giving Boyd a single look. There was silence for a second, and then Malone said: "He mentions something, in the book, that he calls "telepathic projection." As far as I understand what he"s talking about, that"s some method of forcing your thoughts on another person." He glanced over at the Queen. "Now, Your Majesty," he said, "you don"t think it"s true--and that may only be an opinion, but it"s a pretty informed one.
It seems to me as if Taylor makes a good case for this "telepathic projection" of his. Why don"t you think so?"
"Because," Her Majesty said flatly, "it doesn"t work."
"You"ve tried it?" Boyd put in.
"I have," she said. "And I have had no success with it at all. It"s a complete failure."
"Now, wait a minute," Boyd said. "Just a minute."
"What"s the matter?" Malone said. "Have you tried it, and made it work?"
Boyd snorted. "Fat chance," he said. "I just want to look at the thing, that"s all." He held out his hand, and Malone gave him the sheaf of papers. Boyd leafed through them slowly, stopping every now and again to consult a page, until he found what he was looking for.
"There," he said.
"There, what?" Malone said.
"Listen to this," Boyd said. ""For those who draw the line at demonic possession, I suggest trying telepathic projection. Apparently, it is possible to project one"s own thoughts directly into the mind of another--even to the point of taking control of the other"s mind.
Hypnotism? You tell me, and we"ll both know. Ever since the orthodox scientists have come around to accepting hypnotism, I"ve been chary of it. Maybe there really is an astral body or a soul that a person has stashed about him somewhere--something that he can send out to take control of another human being. But I, personally, prefer the telepathic projection theory. All you have to do is squirt your thoughts across s.p.a.ce and spray them all over the fellow"s brain.
Pres...o...b..ngo, he does pretty much what you want him to do.""
"That"s the quote I was thinking of," Malone said.
"Of course it is," Her Majesty said. "But it really doesn"t work. I"ve tried it."
"How have you tried it?" Malone said.
"There were many times, Sir Kenneth," Her Majesty said, "when I wanted someone to do something particular--for me, or for some other person.
After all, you must remember that I was in a hospital for a long time. Of course, that represents only a short segment of my life span, but it seemed long to me."
Malone, who was trying to view the years from age fifteen to age sixty-odd as a short segment of anybody"s lifetime, remembered with a shock that this was not Rose Thompson speaking. It was Queen Elizabeth I, who had never died.
"That"s right, Sir Kenneth," she said kindly. "And in that hospital, there were a number of times when I wanted one of the doctors or nurses to do what I wanted them to. I tried many times, but I never succeeded."
Boyd nodded his head. "Well--" he began.
"Oh, yes, Sir Thomas," Her Majesty said. "What you"re thinking is certainly possible. It may even be true."
"What _is_ he thinking?" Malone said.
"He thinks," Her Majesty said, "that I may not have the talent for this particular effect--and perhaps I don"t. But, talent or not, I know what"s possible and what isn"t. And the way Mr. Taylor describes it is simply silly, that"s all. And unladylike. Imagine any self-respecting lady "squirting" her thoughts about in s.p.a.ce!"
"Well," Malone said carefully, "aside from its being unladylike--"
"Sir Kenneth," Her Majesty said, "you are not telepathic. Neither is Sir Thomas."
"I"m nothing," Boyd said. "I don"t even exist."
"And it is very difficult to explain to the nontelepath just what Mr.
Taylor is implying," Her Majesty went on imperturbably. "Before you could inject any thoughts into anyone else"s mind, you"d have to be able to see into that mind. Is that correct?"
[Ill.u.s.tration]
"I guess so," Malone said.
"And in order to do that, you"d have to be telepathic," Her Majesty said. "Am I correct?"
"Correct," Malone said.
"Well, then," Her Majesty said with satisfaction, and beamed at him.
A second pa.s.sed.
"Well, then, what?" Malone said in confusion.
"Telepathy," Her Majesty said patiently, "is an extremely complex affair. It involves a sort of meshing with the mind of this other person. It has nothing--absolutely nothing--in common with this simple "squirting" of thoughts across s.p.a.ce, as if they were orange pips you were trying to put into a wastebasket. No, Sir Kenneth, I cannot believe in what Mr. Taylor says."
"But it"s still possible," Malone said.
"Oh," Her Majesty said, "it"s certainly possible. But I should think that if any telepaths were around, and if they were changing people"s minds by "squirting" at them, I would know it."
Malone frowned. "Maybe you would at that," he said. "I guess you would."
"Not to mention," Boyd put in, "that if you were going to control everything we"ve come across like that you"d need an awful lot of telepathic operators."
"That"s true," Malone admitted. "And the objections seem to make some sense. But what else is there to go on?"
"I don"t know," Boyd said. "I haven"t the faintest idea. And I"m rapidly approaching the stage where I don"t care."
"Well," Malone said, heaving a sigh, "let"s keep looking."
He bent down and picked up another sheaf of copies from the Psychical Research Society.
"After all," he said, without much hope, "you never know."
VII
Malone looked around the office of Andrew J. Burris as if he"d never seen it before. He felt tired, and worn out, and depressed; it had been a long night, and here it was morning and the head of the FBI was talking to him about his report. It was, Malone told himself heavily, a h.e.l.l of a life.
"Now, Malone," Burris said in a kindly voice, "this is a very interesting report."
"Yes, sir," Malone said automatically.