Mannheim had sent for "Stanley Martin" when the time had come for him to return in order to give the Nipe data that he would be sure to misinterpret. A special series of code phrases in the message had released "Stanley Martin" from the hypnotic suggestions that had held him for so long. He knew now that he was Bartholomew Stanton. _And so do I_, thought the man by the window. _We have a lot to straighten out, we two._ There was a knock at the door. Stanton walked over and opened it, trying not to think. It was like looking into a mirror. "Hello, Bart," he said. "Hello, Bart," said the other. In that instant, complete telepathic linkage was restored. In that instant, they both knew what only one of them had known before--that, for a time, the telepathic flow had been one-way again, but this time in the opposite direction--that "Stanley Martin" had been shaken that afternoon when his own mind had become the receptor for the other's thoughts, and he had experienced completely the entire battle with the Nipe. His release from the posthypnotic suggestion had made it possible. There was no need for further words. _E duobus unum._ There was unity without loss of identity. End of Project Gutenberg's Anything You Can Do ..., by Gordon Randall Garrett