"Mr. Malone," O"Connor said. "May I remind you that this is Yucca Flats? That the security checks here are as careful as anywhere in the world? That I, myself, have top-security clearance for my special projects? You do not need to watch your words here."
"It"s not security," Malone said. "Anyhow, it"s not only security. But things are pretty complicated."
"I a.s.sure you," O"Connor said, "that I will be able to understand even events which you feel are complex."
Malone swallowed again, hard. "I didn"t mean--" he started.
"Please, Mr. Malone," O"Connor said. His voice was colder than usual.
Malone had the feeling that he was about to take the extra chair away.
"Go on," O"Connor said. "Explain yourself."
Malone took a deep breath. He started with the facts he"d been told by Burris, and went straight through to the interviews of the two computer-secretary technicians by Boyd and Company.
It took quite a while. By the time he had finished, O"Connor wasn"t looking frozen any more; he"d apparently forgotten to keep the freezer coils running. Instead, his face showed frank bewilderment, and great interest. "I never heard of such a thing," he said. "Never. Not at any time."
"But--"
O"Connor shook his head. "I have never heard of a psionic manifestation on that order," he said. It seemed to be a painful admission. "Something that would make a random group of men co-operate in that manner--why, it"s completely new."
"It is?" Malone said, wondering if, when it was all investigated and described, it might be called O"Connorizing. Then he wondered how anybody was going to go about investigating it and describing it, and sank even deeper into gloom.
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"Completely new," O"Connor said. "You may take my word." Then, slowly, he began to brighten again, with all the glitter of newly-formed ice.
"As a matter of fact," he said, in a tone more like his usual one, "Mr. Malone, I don"t think it"s possible."
"But it happened," Malone said. "It"s still happening. All over."
O"Connor"s lips tightened. "I have given my opinion," he said. "I do not believe that such a thing is possible. There must be some other explanation."
"All right," Malone said agreeably. "I"ll bite. What is it?"
O"Connor frowned. "Your levity," he said, "is uncalled-for."
Malone shrugged. "I didn"t mean to be--" he paused. "Anyhow, I didn"t mean to be funny," he went on. "But I would like to have another idea of what"s causing all this."
"Scientific theories," O"Connor said sternly, "are not invented on the spur of the moment. Only after long, careful thought--"
"You mean you can"t think of anything," Malone said.
"There must be some other explanation," O"Connor said. "Naturally, since the facts have only now been presented to me, it is impossible for me to display at once a fully constructed theory."
Malone nodded slowly. "O.K.," he said. "Have you got any hints, then?
Any ideas at all?"
O"Connor shook his head. "I have not," he said. "But I strongly suggest, Mr. Malone, that you recheck your data. The fault may very well lie in your own interpretations of the actual facts."
"I don"t think so," Malone said.
O"Connor grimaced. "I do," he said firmly.
Malone sighed, very faintly. He shifted in the chair and began to realize, for the first time, just how uncomfortable it really was. He also felt a little chilly, and the chill was growing. That, he told himself, was the effect of Dr. O"Connor. He no longer regretted wearing his hat. As a matter of fact, he thought wistfully for a second of a small, light overcoat.
O"Connor, he told himself, was definitely not the warm, friendly type.
"Well, then," he said, conquering the chilly feeling for a second, "maybe there"s somebody else. Somebody who knows something more about psionics, and who might have some other ideas about--"
"Please, Mr. Malone," O"Connor said. "The United States Government would hardly have chosen me had I not been uniquely qualified in my field."
Malone sighed again. "I mean ... maybe there are some books on the subject," he said quietly, hoping he sounded tactful. "Maybe there"s something I could look up."
"Mr. Malone." The temperature of the office, Malone realized, was definitely lowering. O"Connor"s built-in freezer coils were working overtime, he told himself. "The field of psionics is so young that I can say, without qualification, that I am acquainted with everything written on the subject. By that, of course, I mean scientific works. I do not doubt that the American Society for Psychical Research, for instance, has hundreds of crackpot books which I have never read, or even heard of. But in the strictly scientific field, I must say that--"
He broke off, looking narrowly at Malone with what might have been concern, but looked more like discouragement and boredom.
"Mr. Malone," he said, "are you ill?"
Malone thought about it. He wasn"t quite sure, he discovered. The chill in the office was bothering him more and more, and as it grew he began to doubt that it was all due to the O"Connor influence. Suddenly a distinct shudder started somewhere in the vicinity of his shoulders and rippled its way down his body.
Another one followed it, and then a third.
"Me?" Malone said. "I"m ... I"m all right."
"You seem to have contracted a chill," O"Connor said.
A fourth shudder followed the other three.
"I ... guess so," Malone said. "I d-d ... I do s-seem to be r-r-rather chilly."
O"Connor nodded. "Ah," he said. "I thought so. Although a chill is certainly odd at seventy-two degrees Fahrenheit." He looked at the thermometer just outside the window of his office, then turned back to Malone. "Pardon me," he said. "Seventy-one point six."
"Is ... is that all it is?" Malone said. Seventy-one point six degrees, or even seventy-two, hardly sounded like the broiling Nevada desert he"d expected.
"Of course," O"Connor said. "At nine o"clock in the morning, one would hardly expect great temperatures. The desert becomes quite hot during the day, but cools off rapidly; I a.s.sume you are familiar with the laws covering the system."
"Sure," Malone said. "S-sure."
The chills were not getting any better. They continued to travel up and down his body with the dignified regularity of Pennsylvania Railroad commuter trains.
O"Connor frowned for a second. It was obvious that his keen scientific eye was sizing up the phenomenon, and reporting events to his keen scientific brain. In a second or less, the keen scientific brain had come up with an answer, and Dr. O"Connor spoke in his very keenest scientific voice.
"I should have warned you," he said, without an audible trace of regret. "The answer is childishly simple, Mr. Malone. You left Washington at noon."
"Just a little before noon," Malone said. Remembering the burning sun, he added: "High noon. Very high."
"Just so," O"Connor said. "And not only the heat was intense; the humidity, I a.s.sume, was also high."
"Very," Malone said, thinking back. He shivered again.