“You mean they sent you up here without telling you that?” Johnny asked. “How come they told _you_?” Johnny shook his head. “They didn’t. I just figured it. Things the wrong people know about. Stuff like that. Yeah, sure, I know, it could all be--what do you call it?--‘projection?’ Eyes and ears in the wall? Stuff like that?” Kutler looked at him thoughtfully. “Have you asked anyone about it?” “Hell, no!” “Why not?” “What difference would it make? Like you said, I’m in a glass box anyhow. Maybe I felt good knowing something they didn’t know I knew.... Well I shot _that_ wad, now, didn’t I?” “Yeah.” Kutler sat back in the soft chair, picked up his beer, stretched his legs, and watched Johnny pacing from piano to windows and back. “Yeah, you sure did. If you’re right, then they already have it....” “What did you mean, ‘exposure fears’?” Johnny broke in. He stood tensely, half way from the wall to the piano. “Don’t you think I _want_ to get out of here?” “Huh? Oh, no. I meant--just what you said. ‘Eyes and ears in the wall.’ Only now I’m not sure which came first, the chicken or the egg--Listen, John, do you want to find out? Right now?” He got up and went to the phone, but he did not pick it up, waiting for Johnny’s answer. “I don’t give a damn one way or the other!” “Oh?” He took his hand off the phone, half-turned away. “Of course if you don’t think you’d feel better knowing you’re right, then maybe you’d just rather not take a risk of being wrong. Oh, hell! Who’s kidding whom anyway?” He turned angrily back and picked up the phone. “_I_ want to know.” “Okay, okay. Go ahead. I told you I don’t care....” _New York City--March-May, 1976_ That was the beginning. Kutler came up every day for a while, just to talk. He was the only personal visitor Johnny would admit; and he himself refused to consider the visits professional in the bugged apartment. By the end of the week, a compromise agreement had been reached all around. Kutler had him for a patient, and his patient would come, like any other, to the doctor’s office for treatment. Johnny was moved to a new hotel penthouse in New York. Three months of probing, plus Wendt’s agreement, finally, to the use of hypnotic recall technique, told them what they didn’t want to know: which was, essentially, that they already knew just as much as he did.