"What"s so important about this scene?" Kelexel demanded. "Perhaps she"s caught by your artistry."
"Indeed," Fraffin said.
Kelexel studied the native on the left. His pet"s father? He noted how the native"s eyelids drooped. This was a heavy-featured creature with an air of secretiveness about it. The native might almost have been a gross Chem. How could that thing have fathered the slender grace of his pet?
"The one she"d have mated with is a native witchdoctor," Fraffin said.
"Witchdoctor?"
"They prefer to be called psychologists. Shall we listen to them?"
"As you said: What harm could there be in that?"
Fraffin moved the sound bar. "Yes, indeed."
"Perhaps it"ll be amusing," Kelexel said, but there was no amus.e.m.e.nt in his voice. Why did his pet watch these creatures out of her past? This could only torment her.
"Shhh," Fraffin said.
"What?"
"Listen!"
Thurlow bent to arrange a stack of papers on the table. The sound was a faint hissing. There came the smell of dusty air, stale and full of strange essences, as the sensimesh web encompa.s.sed Kelexel and Fraffin.
Joe Murphey"s guttural voice rumbled from the stage: "I"m surprised to see you, Andy. Heard you had some sort of attack."
"It must"ve been the one-day flu," Thurlow said. "Everybody"s been having it"
(Fraffin chuckled.)
"Any word from Ruthy?" Murphey asked.
"No."
"You"ve lost her again, that"s what. Thought I told you to take care of her. But maybe women"s all alike."
Thurlow adjusted his gla.s.ses, looked up and straight into the eyes of the watching Chem.
Kelexel gasped.
"What do you make of that?" Fraffin whispered.
"An immune!" Kelexel hissed. And he thought: I have Fraffin now! Allowing an immune to watch his shooting crew! He asked: "Is the creature still alive?"
"We recently gave him a little taste of our power," Fraffin said, "but I find him too amusing to destroy."
Murphey cleared his throat and Kelexel sat back, watching, listening. Destroy yourself, then, Fraffin, he thought.
"You wouldn"t get sick if you were in here," Murphey said. "I"ve gained weight on this jailhouse diet. What surprises me is how well I"ve adjusted to the routine here."
Thurlow returned his attention to the papers in front of him.
Kelexel felt himself caught by the creatures" actions, sensed himself sinking out of sight into these other beings, becoming a bundle of watchful senses. One irritant remained to gnaw at him, though: Why does she watch these creatures from her past?
"Things are going along all right, eh?" Thurlow asked. He stacked inkblot cards in front of Murphey.
"Well it does drag," Murphey said. "Things"re slow here." He tried not to look at the cards.
"But you think jail agrees with you?"
Fraffin manipulated the pantovive controls. Point of view moved closer to the natives. The two figures became enlarged profiles. (Kelexel experienced the eerie sensation that his own flesh had been moved, pushed forward to a new vantage.)
"We"re going to run these cards a little differently this time," Thurlow said. "You"ve been having these tests so frequently, I want to change the pace."
An abrupt crouching look came over Murphey"s hunched shoulders, but his voice emerged open and bland: "Anything you say, Doc."
"I"ll sit here facing you," Thurlow said. "That"s a bit unorthodox, but this situation"s full of irregularities."
"You mean you knowing me and all?"
"Yes." Thurlow placed a stopwatch beside him on the table. "And I"ve changed the usual order of the cards."
The stopwatch exerted a sudden attraction for Murphey. He stared at it. A fault tremor moved up his thick forearms. With a visible effort, he arranged his features into a look of eager brightness, a willingness to cooperate.
"You sat behind me last time," he said. "So did Doctor Whelye."
"I know," Thurlow said. He busied himself checking the order of the cards.
Kelexel jumped as Fraffin touched his arm, looked up to see the director leaning across the desk. "This Thurlow"s good," Fraffin whispered. "Watch him carefully. Notice how he changes the test. There"s a learning element involved in having the same test several times in a short period. It"s like being put in jeopardy enough times until you learn how to avoid the danger."
Kelexel heard the double meaning in Fraffin"s words, watched as the Director sank back, smiling. A sense of unease came over Kelexel then. He returned his attention to the pantovive stage. What was the importance of this scene, this confession of guilt? A conscience? He studied Thurlow, wondering if Ruth were released would she go back to that creature. How could she after experiencing a Chem?
A pang of jealousy shot through Kelexel. He sat back, scowled.
Thurlow now gave evidence of being ready to start his test. He exposed the first card, started his stopwatch, kept a hand on it.
Murphey stared at the first card, pursed his lips. Presently, he said: "Been a car accident. Two people killed. That"s their bodies beside the road. Lotsa accidents nowadays. People just don"t know how to handle fast cars."
"Are you isolating part of the pattern or does the whole card give you that picture?" Thurlow asked.
Murphey blinked. "Just this little part here." He turned the card face down, lifted the second one. "This is a will or a deed like to property, but somebody"s let it fall in the water and the writing"s all smeared. That"s how you can"t read it."
"A will? Any idea whose?"
Murphey gestured with the card. "You know, when grandpaw died they never found the will. He had one. We all knew he had one, but Uncle Amos wound up with most of Gramp"s stuff. That"s how I learned to be careful with my papers. You"ve gotta be careful with important papers."
"Was your father cautious like that?"