"I know a lot, Kim." The girl shivered slightly, even though the evening was warm and balmy. "I learned it from your own mind. When you called me, back there on the floor, you didn't send just a single, sharp thought, just as though you were speaking to me, as you always did before. Instead, it seemed as though I was actually inside your own mind--the whole of it. I have heard Lensman speak of a wide-open two-way, but I never had even the faintest inkling of what it would be like--no one could who has never experienced it. Of course I didn't--I couldn't--understand a millionth of what I saw, or seemed to see. It was too vast, too incredibly immense. I never dreamed any mortal _could_ have a mind like that, Kim! But it was ghastly, too. It gave me the creepy jitters. It sent me down completely out of control for a second. And you didn't even know it--I know you didn't! I didn't want to look, really, but I couldn't help seeing, and I'm glad I did--I wouldn't have missed it for the world!" she finished, almost incoherently. "Hm-m-m. That changes the picture entirely." Much to her surprise, the man's voice was calm and thoughtful; not at all incensed. Not even disturbed. "So I spilled the beans myself, on a wide-open two-way, and didn't even realize it. I knew that you were back-firing about something, but thought it was because I might think you guilty of petty vanity. And I called _you_ a dumbbell once!" he marveled. "Twice," she corrected him, "and the second time I was never so glad to be called names in my whole life." "Now I _know_ that I was getting to be a space-louse." "Uh-uh, Kim," she denied again, gently. "And you aren't a brat or a lug or a clunker, either, even though I have thought at times that you were all of those things. But, now that I've actually got all this stuff, what can you--what can we--do about it?" "Perhaps ... probably ... I think, since I gave it to you myself, I'll let you keep it," Kinnison decided, slowly. "Keep it!" she exclaimed. "Of course, I'll keep it! Why, it's in my mind--I'll _have_ to keep it--nobody can take _knowledge_ away from anyone!" "Oh, sure--of course," he murmured, absently. There were a lot of things that Mac didn't know, and probably no good end would be served my enlightening her further. "You see, there's a lot of stuff in my mind that I don't know much about myself, yet. Since I gave you an open channel, there must have been a good reason for it, even though, consciously, I don't know myself what it was." He thought intensely for moments, then went on: "Undoubtedly the subconscious. Probably it recognized the necessity of discussing the whole situation with someone having a fresh viewpoint, someone whose ideas can help me develop a fresh angle of attack. Haynes and I think too much alike for him to be of much help." "You trust _me_ that much?" the girl asked, dumfounded.