"I'll tell you that when you're on my payroll." "It's a trick," Alcorn said angrily. "I searched for years before I settled down with Consolidated and I didn't find a trace of anybody like myself. I don't believe there are any." "Most of them covered themselves better." Jaffers added, with cold finality, "I don't haggle, Alcorn. You'll work for me or for no one." * * * * * "The trouble is," Alcorn said, "that I'm different from other people and I have to know why. I know _how_ I'm different, but if I knew _why_, I'd never have come to a psychiatrist." Dr. Hagen rattled the data sheet in his hands and blinked behind his pince-nez like a friendly beagle. He was a very puzzled man, being accustomed to analyzing his own reactions as well as those of his patients. Alcorn could see him struggling to account for the sudden serenity that had come over him the instant Alcorn entered the office--certainly it was not the doctor's usual frame of mind, from the first sour look of him--and failing. "Different in what way, Mr. Alcorn?" "I soothe people," Alcorn said. "There's something about me that inspires trust and an eagerness to please. Everyone roughly within a radius of fifty feet--I've checked the limit a thousand times--immediately feels a sort of euphoria. They're as happy as so many children at a picnic and they can't do enough for me or for each other." Dr. Hagen blinked, but not with disbelief. "It affects psychiatrists, too," Alcorn went on. "You'd cheerfully waive the fee for this consultation if I asked it, or lend me fifty credits if I were strapped. The point is that people are never difficult when I'm around, because I was born with the unlikely gift of making them happy. That gift is the most valuable asset I own, but I've never understood it--and as long as I don't understand it, there's the chance that it may be a mixed blessing. I think it's backfired on me already in one fashion and possibly in another." He shook out a cigarette and the psychiatrist obligingly held a lighter to it. Dr. Hagen, Alcorn thought, must normally have been an exceptionally strong-willed man, for he hesitated noticeably before he spun the wheel. [Illustration] "Actually," Alcorn said, "I've begun to worry about my sanity and I'm afraid my gift is responsible. For the past week, I've had a recurrent hallucination, a sort of waking nightmare that comes just when I least expect it and leaves me completely unstrung. It's worse than recurrent--it's progressive, and each new seizure leaves me a little closer to something that I'm desperately afraid to face."