“I didn’t?” It was honest bewilderment.... He was _almost_ sure it was. “No, damn it, you _didn’t_! I _know_ you didn’t--because it just happened, by pure stupid dumb good luck, that the recorder was on for the whole conversation. “_Which_ conversation?” “The one that left me wondering why you should think that. I got out the files on Doug, and decided you were pretty right. Then I remembered something I’d thought about down in New York, and I wanted to make a note of it while I remembered--an insight I thought I maybe had into Doug’s walkout. Seemed more likely to be valid, after I checked some of his reactions against my own. So I went to turn the tape on, and found out it _was_ on, and just for kicks, played back everything we’d said, meaning to wipe it off afterwards, and--you’d never said a word about Doug and me. _Not one damn word!_” He had turned as he spoke, flinging the words at her in passion. Now he turned from her white face and looked out again. “Phil--” “Yes?” He heard the faint female-rustling sound of her moving, but wouldn’t look around. She came up beside him. She too looked out, standing at his side. “You know,” she said slowly, “It _could_ be that I’d mentioned it some _other_ time? And you remembered it just then for some reason, and _thought_ that’s when you heard it?” He nodded. “Could be. When did you first think of it?” Slowly: “I’m--not--sure.” “But you think it was that day? Don’t you?” “Not in your office. The first time I thought of it, it was out--_there_.” With a tilt of her head she pointed to the Shack. “You were out there just _now_, weren’t you?” No answer. “When you knew about Johnny?” Nothing. He wanted to grab her shoulders and shake her and _make_ her face the truth. He walked carefully away from her and sat down at his desk. “I want to tell you about something, Lee. You may have come across some accounts of this kind of thing yourself. It’s not too unusual. And you’ve done some reading in this type of thing--” “Never mind, Phil.” She came back from the window and sat facing him again. “I know where you’re going. Clairvoyant and--_telepathic_ phenomena under hypnotism. Right?” He nodded. “You know any clear-cut case?” He nodded again. “A couple. Clairvoyance. Not the other.” He picked up a pencil, studied it curiously. Just a pencil. He put it down. “Let me add this, Lee: every case I ever heard of that seemed reliably reported and scientifically set up involved a performance _under hypnotic command_. That is, with the help of suggestion. There are at least two or three that seem clear of any suspicion of suggestion as to _what_ to see. _Completely_ clear, I mean. But the subjects _were told to do it_.” _Relay Station--Sunday, October 16, 5_ P.M. (_C.S.T._)