"No," Lenny admitted. "All I can do is check with Rafe. He won't be awake for a few hours yet. I'll check on it and give you an answer in the morning." * * * * * Early next morning, Colonel Spaulding walked through his outer office. He stopped at the desk where the pretty brunette WAC sergeant was typing industriously, leaned across the desk, and gave her his best leer. "How about a date tonight, music lover?" he asked, "'_Das Rheingold_' is playing tonight. A night at the opera would do you good." "I'm sorry, sir," she said primly, "you know enlisted women aren't allowed to date officers." "Make out an application for OCS. I'll sign it." She smiled at him. "But then I wouldn't have any excuse for turning you down. And then what would my husband say?" "I'll bribe him. I'll send _him_ to OCS." "He's not eligible. Officers are automatically disqualified." Colonel Spaulding sighed. "A guy can't win against competition like that. Anything new this morning?" "Mr. Poe is waiting in your office. Other than that, there's just the routine things." He went on into his office. Lenny Poe was seated behind the colonel's desk, leaning back in the swivel chair, his feet on the top of the desk. He was sound asleep. The colonel walked over to the desk, took his cigar from his mouth, and said: "_Good_ morrrning, Colonel Spaulding!" Lenny snapped awake. "I'm not Colonel Spaulding," he said. "Then why are you sitting in Colonel Spaulding's chair?" "I figured if I was asleep nobody'd know the difference." Lenny got up and walked over to one of the other chairs. "These don't lean back comfortably. I can't sleep in 'em." "You can sleep later. How was your session with Rafe?" Lenny glowered glumly. "I wish you and Rafe hadn't talked me into this job. It's a strain on the brain. I don't know how he expects anyone to understand all that garbage." "All what garbage?" Lenny waved a hand aimlessly. "All this scientific guff. I'm an artist, not a scientist. If Rafe can get me a clear picture of something, I can copy it, but when he tries to explain something scientific, he might as well be thinking in Russian or Old Upper Middle High Martian or something." "I know," said Colonel Spaulding, looking almost as glum as Lenny. "Did you get anything at all that would help Dr. Davenport figure out what those drawings mean?" "Rafe says that the translations are all wrong," Lenny said, "but I can't get a clear picture of just what _is_ wrong." * * * * * Colonel Spaulding thought for a while in silence. Telepathy--at least in so far as the Poe brothers practiced it--certainly had its limitations. Lenny couldn't communicate mentally with anyone except his brother Rafe. Rafe could pick up the thoughts of almost anyone if he happened to be close by, but couldn't communicate over a long distance with anyone but Lenny.