"And since I also remembered that storms as violent as this always have lulls, you put two and two together? Well, it doesn't require telepathy to conclude that you are soaked to the skin, that you need and want help, and that you'd prefer to know just whom you are driving off in a car with. Any other ideas about my talents?" "Well, I should think--" "Address first, Miss Wood." She gave me an address in a residential district that was the maximum distance one could get from City Hall and still enjoy the privilege of paying city taxes. I started the car and headed in that direction. Then I said, "Now, Miss Wood, let's go on with your little fancy." "Fancy?" "You've been moonbeaming about a little courtroom drama where twelve good telepaths and true are reading the mental testimony of a witness who had located some vital bit of evidence by perception and brought it to light by kinematic power." "Well, it does seem that any truly gifted person would work for the good of humanity." "I doubt that being gifted with a sense of perception would automatically endow a man with a sense of honor." "But doesn't it seem just _awful_ to think of anything as miraculous as telepathy being used for--for--" She was trying to avoid the word "immoral" because she was of an age and experience that felt sensitive about its use. Unfortunately the only substitute was the word "sin." I came to her rescue. "It's deplorable but true that nothing was ever developed for the benefit of mankind without a few sharpshooters quickly figuring out some way to make it pay them a dishonest buck." "But it would be frightfully hard to bamboozle a telepathic policeman, wouldn't it?" she asked hopefully. * * * * * I thought of my PSI-man, whose only mistake in the sealed room murder of Gordon Andrews had been in being _so_ good that he'd actually disclosed the existence of a criminal who employed Psi faculties. "Wouldn't that depend upon whether the policeman or the criminal was the more talented?" I parried. "But that supposes that the police force would have a corps of Psi policemen." "Wouldn't they?" "Honey-chile," I said, "at the first thin hint that the Commissioner was even interested in the possibility of hiring someone who knew what the term 'parapsychic phenomena' really meant, there would be a universal howl against 'Thought Police' so loud that it would shatter the polar icecaps." "But why?" she asked, bewildered. "They'd start screaming about 'invasion of privacy,' and cite the Bill of Rights, and that would be that." "You mean that the law has laws against telepathy?" "No, it doesn't say anything about telepathy," I admitted, knowing what was to come next. "Well, then?" "Don't sound so superior, Miss Wood. At the first attempt, the law would discover that it had a hell of a lot to say about telepathy and perception, since they'd definitely affect the interpretation of the Fourth and Fifth Amendments."