He lunged forward, and they turned and rushed madly into the teleport. Carroll shook his head. "They--?" asked Rhine, shakily. "The spacial stress is still present," he quavered. "They were teleported into the nearest and strongest field." He turned and stumbled across the floor to the controls and shut off the gigantic reflector. The rumblings started as a final landslide tumbled down the declivity into the bowl. The screams of King and his cohorts were lost in the thunder of avalanche. * * * * * James Forrest Carroll sat in the easy chair in Pollard's office and smiled tolerantly at the psychologist. "Sure, sure," he said easily. "All in my mind." Pollard grunted. "Well, it is." "Baloney. I suppose Kingallis didn't come to prevent me from destroying his world?" "He came--" "Knowing," said Carroll, "that if he stopped me he and his kind could go on with their mad plan for conquest. May I ask about this?" he held up his injured arm. "When I last saw Kingston Galloway--" started Majors. "You call him Kingston Galloway," laughed Carroll. "But I know he is Kingallis. Now go ahead." "He and his bunch were carrying pistols." "He shot at me with some sort of energy weapon. This is a burn, not a bullet-hole!" Majors shook his head. "Not a chance. Admitting that what you sent out was an energy-beam, it is still impossible to believe that a hand-sized energy weapon is practical." "Granted," said Carroll. "But then there's this evidence. Explain this, will you? I don't mind getting my arm burned badly if it will only make you believe." Doctor Pollard shook his head with a smile. "Stigmata," he said. "The 'Bleeding Madonna' who exhibits wounds and bleeding from hands, feet, sides and forehead on Good Friday. A sheer mental phenomenon--psychosomatica. This is the same. You are so convinced as to the positiveness of these aliens that your mind produced this burn as evidence." "Brother, this ain't no mental mirage," snapped Carroll. "No one said it was. But the power of the human mind is such that the cellular structure of the body will exhibit burn-trauma when the mind believes it so. So one of them creased your arm and you reacted as though it were the burn your mind believed it to be. "We've been through all this before. It's just cause and effect and result. This time it is only the latter that counts. You've destroyed the menace that drove you insane." "Look," said Carroll, "I've been through it." "And nothing you've turned up with can be construed as any evidence beyond the manufacture of your own mind. And nothing that you will ever find--" * * * * * Carroll nodded angrily. "I've got a couple of projects yet. One is the hand-held weapon--just to prove to the bright boys who think this bum wing is thought-up--that such is possible. The other may bring proof, but it may take some time.