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"What if he is?"
"Put him on."
There was a delay, but Keys' romantic good looks replaced Elmer's left-tackle belligerence. "What now?" he asked.
"Do you know where Mary is?" I started.
"Maybe."
"She tell you I'm her attorney?"
"Yes."
"I just found out that she's in twice the trouble I thought before.
The kid's a p.a.w.n in a fight for power between political oppositions.
They'll crucify her gladly, without respect to the merits of the case.
Too much is riding on it for justice to wind up triumphant."
"That's what I thought," he said. "She stays under cover."
"Think it over," I suggested. "I'm going to bed, but I'm leaving my door unlocked--at my apartment. Dig her up, if you start making any sense, and both of you beat it over here. Before dawn. Do you hear me?"
[Ill.u.s.tration]
"Oh, I hear you," he said sourly. "I just don't know whether to trust you."
"We all have the same trouble," I said, cutting the image.
They showed up about three o'clock. I hadn't been able to go back to sleep--feeling almost sure Keys would bring her there--and had spent the time with the weights. I was back to strength. The surprise was that Elmer came with them. Well, perhaps it was a help.
n.o.body wanted a drink. Mary looked around the apartment a little--it is a nice place, restful and homey, if you can ever achieve that in an apartment fifty floors up.
"A Psi decorated this place," she said. Well, she was right, and I admitted it to her with a nod. "What couldn't wait until morning, Maragon?" she asked me.
"First, Mary, I want you to know that while you fooled Lindstrom, you didn't fool me. You have the Stigma. Wait," I said, raising my hand as she started to protest. "Lies won't do any longer. The chips are down.
You wouldn't even be here if the Council of the Lodge hadn't decided it was time to protect you."
Keys took it away from her. "Lodge? What Lodge?"
"We'll come to that," I promised. "First, let's cut away the underbrush. Yes or no. Does she have the Stigma?"
He sought out her eyes, and the way they dropped to my rug I knew that the subterfuge was over. "Yes," he said in a strained, thin voice.
"Mary has the Stigma."
"And it is HC?"
All three of them nodded, and Mary's head came up with an odd sort of pride. Well, she should have been proud--for all I could find out, she was unique.
"All right," I said. "And now you can get out of my easy-chair, Elmer.
I'd like to sit there." He was obviously surprised by my bad manners.
"Get out!" I growled. "It's time you pups got used to taking orders.
You'll get your bellies full of it from now on."
"From you?" Elmer scoffed. "Ah reckon not, suh!" But he got out of the chair, and I sat in it.
"Oh, yes you will," I said. "The Lodge will see to that."
"The Lodge again," Keys protested.
"Never heard of it, did you?" I taunted him. "Proof positive that you're small potatoes in Stigma circles. Well, get set for a shock: I represent an organization of Psis--an organization devoted to protecting Stigma cases from Normal society, an organization devoted to establis.h.i.+ng discipline among Psis so that our conflicts with Normals are kept to a reasonable minimum."
"And you call this a Lodge?" Mary Hall said. "What's its full name?"
"No other," I said. "It's ... well, it's a sort of benevolent and protective order. It's as secret as Psis can make anything--a select group."
"I'll bet," Keys sneered. "No TP's in it," he said, reminding me that telepaths can't close their minds to the peeping of other TP's.
"Unfortunately, none," I agreed. "We are getting ready, however, to extend members.h.i.+p beyond the TK's, CV's and HC's who are now enrolled."
"I don't believe it," Mary said. "There aren't any other hallucinators!"
"None foolish enough to reveal it," I conceded. "You had to louse us up there--I wonder if any other Stigma power is as feared by Normals?
Certainly they're making a Roman circus over you."
Elmer stood up. "Ah've had enough," he said.
"One thing," I said to him. "The Lodge has a rule that no Psi may use his powers to the detriment of a Normal, or reveal the existence of the Lodge. Our discipline is formidable, Elmer. Remember what I say."
Keys was frowning in thought. "Wait a minute, Elmer," he said. "Let me try this one on him for size." He turned to me. "Are you trying to tell me that you are a part of this Lodge, Maragon?"
"I'm their counsel," I said.
"A Normal?" he demanded. "It would make sense for Psis to get together--I've often wondered why it has never worked out more formally than it has. But to trust a Normal to represent them? Never!"
I grinned at him. "Know any attorneys with the Stigma?" I demanded. "I know darned well you don't. The Bar a.s.sociation screens every would-be lawyer from the moment he enters law school. No, sir. The Lodge had no choice. They picked on me as an attorney sympathetic with Stigma Troubles, and trustworthy."
"You make it sound good," Keys admitted. "But then I know you are a liar." He looked over at Mary Hall. "Although you can prove different if you're able."
I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Tell me how you knew Mary hadn't used sleight of hand in Lindstrom's laboratory," he demanded.
There was nothing I could say. I bit down on my teeth. Well, I had decided to shoot the wad if I had to. He'd called my bet.
"I'll tell you, Maragon," he said. "I hate to admit it of a skunk like you, but you've got the Stigma. You kept a TK grip on those bills she shuffled. Her hallucination is too good for you not to think it was sleight of hand."