He was ostracized, dismissed from the University as a faculty member. The scientific world depends on its open mind, within the bounds of its own techniques. But the unknown worlds of the human mind are sometimes very hard to fit into the rigid scientific disciplines and methodologies. Rhine's experiments satisfy those who want desperately, many of them for highly personal reasons and needs, to believe in Extra Sensory Perception. It doesn't satisfy the scientific mind. Its "scientific validity," based on averages greater than those of "chance," are not adequate for the scientific method. Too many variables. But Marsten had told me he had gone much further than Rhine or his disciples. And now he'd ask me to be here for the culmination of his ten years of work. "My theories will now be proven," he'd written me. "I want you to see the proof I shall offer on the opening of new worlds of the human mind...." He'd published books on the subject but the world of science labeled them pseudo-science, stuff for the psychic research societies and those who take photographs of ectoplasm. I believed in Marsten to an extent. But at the same time I doubted that he could prove his contentions. I knew he was staking everything on his faith in himself tonight. The biggest men in science--men who had respected Marsten as a scientific mind until he went off the deep end, they thought--were going to appear, allow him to use them in his experiment to prove his theories. They were big men in heart as well as reputation. But Marsten had done some remarkable work in experimental psychology in the past and I guess no one, outside of myself, wanted to see him regain his professional respect and reputation as much as did those men: De Vaca, Professor of English Literature; H. Morrison, Professor of Biology; M. Borinsky, Professor of History and specialist in the History of Russia; Billingsley, Professor of Theosophy; Marian Adler, Psychology Professor who happened to have the same surname as Freud's disciple, and there were others. They had all agreed to Marsten's request to be a part of his final experiment to prove the existence of mental telepathy. "I'll prove mental telepathy tonight so they'll have to believe it," Marsten said softly. "And think what that will mean. New fields of research will open the gates to human freedom and escape from man's sad mental limitations. It will bring official, legalized scientific research into the mind that will end the ills of mankind!" He leaned forward and gripped my wrist. His forehead was wet. His voice was hoarse. "It'll work tonight, Max!" "And if it doesn't?" I asked. He sat back, shook his head. "It will," he said. "I know because I've proven it to myself. But--but if it doesn't--" He shrugged. "I'm through. It will be the end of the road for me."