"All right. So she's about seventeen. I don't expect any real attraction to develop--I'd feel much the same way about them if Sally happened to have been Tommy, the co-op student. All I want is for Carroll to have an interest in something or somebody. I'd gladly offer my wife up as an item for his interest because I know that no fixations would come of it." Majors scowled. "I couldn't say the same," he observed. "That's because you do not know Carroll's underlying personality. I do." "But you admit he's not the same man." "He isn't--but his sense of loyalty is not changed. So long as he's that way there's hope for him." "But what do you intend to do about him?" Dr. Pollard laughed. "Me? I'm going to admit that maybe he has something there, but that this thing is problematical. Oh-oh. He's here," said Pollard, pointing to a winking pilot light above the door. An instant later his nurse entered and was told to send Mr. Carroll in. "Can you prove the identity of anything?" demanded Carroll once the opening greetings and informalities were finished. "It depends," said Pollard cautiously. "Well, I have a sheet of paper here that came from that first day when I saw Sally confronted by the black sedan. Is this valid or is it false?" "Since I can show you the original of that report, it must be false," replied Pollard. "You see, Jim, regardless of whether you admit it or not, you've been so close to the Lawson Radiation that you could easily fake up what might be a quite valid report if you hoped to show some proof." "But, good heavens, would I fake a report that I know will be matched by the original?" "In your right mind, no. I don't know how much this last couple of weeks of problem did to sharpen you up, Carroll. But remember that you were hitting an I.Q. of about seventy after your--accident. A seventy I.Q. might be that dense and can be that dense. "And, of course, the subconscious mind, hoping to salve your conscious mind, might do it. Now that you know it is false, perhaps your subconscious mind will bring forth something of a more convincing nature." "If what I think is true," said Carroll slowly, "the same men who intercept Sally every day are quite capable of producing as good a counterfeit as I am!" "I claim that there are no men in a black sedan." "Oh?" "Tell me, Carroll, how do you rationalize the fact of two Sallys?" "I think there is something to all this that is far deeper than our five senses will admit," said Carroll flatly. "Some agency is doing all it can to prevent us from finding out about the Lawson Radiation!" Pollard scribbled "persecution complex, too," on his scratchpad in a brand of his own unreadable shorthand. Then he said, "You're convinced to the contrary?" "I am."