She shrugged, her face a study in pathetic hopelessness. "They hauled me in here. Schiml sold me his bill of goods. What could I lose? I was so tired, I didn't care. I didn't care if they jolted my brains loose, or what they did to me. All I wanted was to eat and get off the dope and get enough cash so I could try for something decent, where hard luck couldn't touch me. And I didn't really care if I never got out." "But with the dice you made out." "Oh, yes, with the dice--" The girl's eyes flickered for a moment. "I found out I could make them sit up and talk for me. I played it cozy, didn't let anybody catch on. But they always worked for me, until tonight--" Jeff nodded, his face white. "Until tonight, when you found out you were fighting for control. Because tonight I found out they'd talk for me too. And you couldn't beat me with them." Her voice was weak. "I--I couldn't budge them. They fell the way you called them." "It isn't possible, you know," Jeff said softly. "Every time they've tried to prove it was, they've found some loophole in the study of it, something wrong somewhere. Nobody's ever proved a thing about psychokinesis." The girl grinned mirthlessly. "They've been trying to prove it here since the year one. Every now and again they get hot on it. They've just tested somebody that's got them excited and they'll be starting the whole works over again." Jeff leaned over, his eyes blazing. "Yes, yes, who's that person?" "I don't know. I just heard it. A new recruit, I guess." "A recruit named Conroe?" Her eyes widened at the virulence in his voice. "I--I don't know, I don't know. I've only heard. I don't even know if there _is_ such a person." "Where can I find out?" Again the fear was in her eyes. "I--I don't know." Jeff's voice was tense, his eyes fixed on the girl's face in desperate eagerness. "Look, you've got to help me. I know he's here. I must find him. I saw him this afternoon. Remember when the guards brought me in here? I saw him on the stairs. I chased him and lost him, but he's here. He's hiding, running away from me. I've got to find him, somehow. Please, Blackie, you can help me." Her eyes were wide on his face. "What do you want with him? Why are you after him? I don't want to get mixed up in anything--" "No, no, it won't mix you up. Look, I want to kill him. Short and sweet, nothing more--just kill him. I want to send one bullet into his brain, watch his face splatter out, watch his skull break open. That's all I want, just one bullet--"