Ben and Phil listened to her account of the previous night with worried faces.

"That settles it, Phil decided. "We"ve been too careless. From now on until this thing is finished, we stay in rapport day and night, awake and asleep. As a matter of fact, I had a bad time of it myself last night, though nothing equal to what happened to Joan." "So did I, Phil. What happened to you?" "Nothing very much—just a long series of nightmares in which I kept losing confidence in my ability to do any of the things we learned on Shasta. What about you?"

"Same sort of thing, with variations. I operated all night long, and all of my patients died on the table. Not very pleasant—but something else happened that wasn"t a dream. You know I still use an old-fashioned straight-razor; I was shaving away, paying no attention to it, when it jumped in my hand and cut a big gash in my throat. See? It"s not entirely healed yet." He indicated a thin red line which ran diagonally down the right side of his neck.

"Why, Ben!" squealed Joan, "you might have been killed."

"That"s what I thought," he agreed dryly.

"You know, kids," Phil said slowly, "these things aren"t accidental—"

Open up in there!" The order was bawled from the other side of the door. As one mind, their senses of direct perception jumped through solid oak and examined the speaker. Plainclothes did not conceal the profession of the over-size individual waiting there even had they not been able to see the gold shield on his vest. A somewhat smaller, but equally offi-cious, man waited with him.

Ben opened the door and inquired gently, "What do you want?"

The larger man attempted to come in. Coburn did not move.

"I asked you your business."

"Smart guy, eh? I"m from police headquarters. You Huxley?"

No.

"Coburn?" Ben nodded.

"You"ll do. That Huxley behind you? Don"t either of you ever stay home? Been here all night?"

"No," said Coburn frostily, "not that it is any of your business."

"I"ll decide about that. I want to talk to you two. I"m from the bunco squad.

What"s this game you were giving the boys yesterday?"

"No game, as you call it. Come down to Pershing Square at noon today, and see for yourself."

"You won"t be doing anything in Pershing Square today, Bud."

"Why not?"

"Park Commission"s orders."

"What authority?"

"Huh?"

"By what act, or ordinance, do they deny the right of private citizens to make peaceful use of a public place? Who is that with you?"

The smaller man identified himself. "Name"s Ferguson, D.A."s office. I want your pal Huxley on a criminal libel complaint. I want you two"s witnesses.

Ben"s stare became colder, if possible. "Do either of you," he inquired, in gently snubbing tones, "have a warrant?"

They looked at each other and failed to reply. Ben continued, "Then it is hardly profitable to continue this conversation, is it?" and closed the door in their faces.

He turned around to his companions and grinned. "Well, they are closing in.

Let"s see what the papers gave us."

They found just one story. It said nothing about their proposed demonstration, but related that Doctor Brinckley had sworn a complaint charging Phil with criminal libel. "That"s the first time I ever heard of four metropolitan papers refusing a juicy news story," was Ben"s comment, "what are you going to do about

Brinckley"s charge?"

"Nothing," Phil told him, "except possibly libel him again. If he goes through with it, it will be a beautiful opportunity to prove our claims in court. Which reminds me—we don"t want our plans interfered with today; those bird dogs may be back with warrants most any time. Where"ll we hide out?"

On Ben"s suggestion they spent the morning buried in the downtown public library. At five minutes to twelve, they flagged a taxi, and rode to Pershing

Square.

They stepped out of the cab into the arms of six st.u.r.dy policemen.

—"Ben, Phil, how much longer do I have to put up with this?"

—"Steady, kid. Don"t get upset."

—"I"m not, but why should we stay pinched when we can duck out anytime?"

—"That"s the point; we can escape anytime. We"ve never been arrested before; let"s see what it"s like"

They were gathered that night late around the fireplace in Joan"s house. Escape had presented no difficulties, but they had waited until an hour when the jail was quiet to prove that stone walls do not a prison make for a person adept in the powers of the mind.

Ben was speaking, "I"d say we had enough data to draw a curve now."

"Which is?"

"You state it."

"All right. We came down from Shasta thinking that all we had to overcome was stupidity, ignorance and a normal amount of human contrariness and cussedness.

Now we know better. Any attempt to place the essentials of the ancient knowledge in the hands of the common people is met by a determined, organized effort to prevent it, and to destroy, or disable the one who tries it."

"It"s worse than that," amended Ben, "I spent our rest in the clink looking over the city. I wondered why the district attorney should take such an interest in us, so I took a look into his mind. I found out who his boss was, and took a look at his mind. What I found there interested me so much that I had to run up to the state capital and see what made things tick there. That took me back to

Spring Street and the financial district. Believe it or not, from there I had to look up some of the most sacred cows in the community—clergymen, clubwomen, business leaders, and stuff." He paused.

"Well, what about it? Don"t tell me everybody is out of step but Willie—I"ll break down and cry."

"No—that was the odd part about it. Nearly all of these heavyweights were good

Joes, people you"d like to know. But usually—not always, but usually— the good

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