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      Malone felt almost happy, as if he had done all his homework before the instructor called on him. "According to what I've been able to get from the PRS," he said, "ordinary people--people who aren't telepaths--occasionally receive some sort of messages from other people."

      "I assume," O'Connor said frostily, "that you are speaking of telepathic messages?"

      Malone nodded guiltily. "I didn't mean the phone," he said, "or letters or things like that. Telepathic messages, or something very like it."

      "Indeed," O'Connor said. "Mr. Malone, I believe you will find that such occurrences, when accurately reported, are confined to close relatives or loved ones of the person projecting the message."

      Malone thought back. "That's right," he said.

      "And, further," O'Connor went on, "I think you'll find that the--ah-- message so received is one indicating that the projector of such a message is in dire peril. He has, for instance, been badly injured, or is rapidly approaching death, or else he has narrowly escaped death."

      "True," Malone said.

      "Under such circumstances," O'Connor said coldly, "it is possible that the mind of the person projecting the communication might be capable of generating immense psionic power, thereby forcing even a non-telepath to recognize the content of the message."

      "Good," Malone said. "That's wonderful, Doctor, and I--"

      "But," O'Connor said sharply, "the amount of psionic energy necessary for such a feat is tremendous. Usually, it is the final burst of energy, the outpouring of all the remaining psionic force immediately before death. And if death does not occur, the person is at the least greatly weakened; his mind, if it ever does recover, needs time and rest to do so."

      Malone let that sink in slowly. "Then a person couldn't do it very often," he said.

      "Hardly," O'Connor said.

      Malone nodded. "It's like--like giving blood to a blood bank. Giving, say, three quarts of blood. It might not kill you. But if it didn't, you'd be weak for a long time."

      "Exactly," O'Connor said. "A good analogy, Mr. Malone."

      Malone hated himself for it, but he felt pleased when O'Connor praised him. "Well," he said, "that winds up Cartier Taylor's theory pretty thoroughly."

      "I should think so," O'Connor said. "I am surprised, Mr. Malone, that you would put any credence whatever in that man's theories. His factual data, I will admit, is fairly reliable. But his theories are-- well, they are hardly worth the time it takes to read them."

      "I see," Malone said. "It did seem like a good answer, though."

      "It undoubtedly is a good one," O'Connor said. "It is clever and has the advantage of being simple. It is contradicted, Mr. Malone, only by the facts."

      "Sure," Malone said sadly. "But--hey. Wait a minute."

      "Yes?" O'Connor said.

      "One person couldn't do this alone, at least, not very often and not without serious harm to himself. Right?"

      "That is what I said," O'Connor agreed. "Yes, Mr. Malone."

      "But how about several people?" Malone said. "I mean, well, let's look at that blood bank again. You need three quarts of blood. But one person doesn't have to give it. Suppose twelve people gave half a pint each. Suppose twenty-four people gave a quarter of a pint each. Suppose--"

      "There is," O'Connor said, "a point of diminishing returns. But I do see your point, Mr. Malone." He thought for a second. "It might just be possible," he said. "At least theoretically. But it would take a great deal of mental co-ordination among the participants. They would have to be telepathic themselves, for one thing."

      "Why?" Malone said, feeling stupid.

      "Because they would have to mesh their thoughts closely enough to direct them properly and at the correct time." O'Connor nodded. "But, given that, I imagine that it could be done."

      "Wonderful," Malone said.

      "However," O'Connor said, apparently glad to throw even a little cold water on the notion, "it could not be done for very long periods of time, you realize."

      "Sure," Malone said happily.

      "By the way, Mr. Malone," O'Connor said. "Does this have anything to do with the hypothesis you presented to me some time ago? Mass hypnotism, as I recall--"

      "No," Malone said. "I've given that idea up for good. I think this is being done on an individual basis--working on one person at a time." Then another idea hit him. "You say these people would have to be telepaths?"

      "That's right," O'Connor said.

      "Then wouldn't Her Majesty know about them? If they're telepaths? Or is there some kind of a mind shield or something that a telepath could work out?"

      "Mind shield?" O'Connor said. "Ah, yes. Miss Thompson might be fooled by such a shield. It would have to be an exceptional one, but such things do seem to be possible. They belong to the realm of mental disciplines, of course, rather than psionics."

      "Sure," Malone said. "But there could be that kind of shield?"

      "There could," O'Connor said. "The mind which created the shield for itself would have to be of tremendous power and a really high order of control. A strong, sane mind might conceivably create such a block that even Miss Thompson, let us say, might believe that she was picking up a real mind, when she was only picking up surface thoughts, with the real thought hidden behind the telepathic block."

      "Fine," Malone said. "Thanks. Thanks a lot, Dr. O'Connor."

      "I am always happy to put my extensive knowledge of science at your disposal, Mr. Malone," O'Connor said.

      Malone watched the image collapse without really seeing it. Instead, he was busily talking to himself, or rather to his other self.

      "Well, now, Sir Kenneth," he said. "Let's pull all the facts together and see what happens."

      "Indeed, Mr. Malone," said Sir Kenneth Malone, "it is time that we did. Proceed, Sirrah. I shall attend."

      * * * * *

      "Let's start from the beginning," Malone said. "We know there's confusion in all parts of the country, in all parts of the world, I guess. And we know that confusion is being caused by carefully timed accidents and errors. We also know that these errors appear to be accompanied by violent bursts of psionic static--violent energy. And we know, further, that on three specific occasions, these bursts of energy were immediately followed by a reversal of policy in the mind of the person on the receiving end."

      "You mean," Sir Kenneth put in, "that they changed their minds."

      "Correct," Malone said. "I refer, of course, to the firm of Brubitsch, Borbitsch and Garbitsch, Spying Done Cheap."

      "Indeed," Sir Kenneth said. "Then the operators of this force, whatever it may be, have some interest in allowing these spies to confess?"

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