He was slumped now in an armchair on the end of his spine, fingering his lower lip and staring moodily at the viewphone field which formed a pale-yellow rectangle across the living room’s entire south wall, projecting a few inches out into the room. Now and then, his gaze shifted to a narrow, three-foot-long case of polished hardwood on the table beside him. When the phone field turned clear white, Dr. Lowry shoved a pair of rimless glasses back over his nose and sat up expectantly. Then he frowned.
“Now look here, Weldon—!” he began.
Colors had played for an instant over the luminous rectangle of the phone field, resolving themselves into a view of another room. A short, sturdily built man sat at a desk there, wearing a neat business suit. He smiled pleasantly out of the field at Dr. Lowry, said in a casual voice, “Relax, Ben! As far as I’m concerned, this is a command performance. Mr. Green just instructed me to let you know I’d be sitting in when he took your call.”
“Mr. Green did what?”
The man in the business suit said quickly, “He’s coming in now, Ben!” His hand moved on the desk, and he and the room about him faded to a pale, colorless outline in the field. Superimposed on it appeared a third room, from which a man who wore dark glasses looked out at Dr. Lowry.
He nodded, said in a briskly amiable manner, “Dr. Lowry, I received your message just a minute ago. As Colonel Weldon undoubtedly has informed you, I asked him to be present during this discussion. There are certain things to be told you, and the arrangement will save time all around.
“Now, doctor, as I understand it, the situation is this. Your work on the project has advanced satisfactorily up to what has been designated as the Fourth Stage. That is correct, isn’t it?”
Dr. Lowry said stiffly, “That is correct, sir. Without the use of a trained telepath it is unlikely that further significant advances can be made. Colonel Weldon, however, has seen fit now to introduce certain new and astonishing conditions. I find these completely unacceptable as they stand and . . .”
“You’re entirely justified, Dr. Lowry, in protesting against an apparently arbitrary act of interference with the work you’ve carried out so devotedly at the request of your government.” One of Mr. Green’s better-known characteristics was his ability to interrupt without leaving the impression of having done it. “Now, would it satisfy you to know that Colonel Weldon has been acting throughout as my personal deputy in connection with the project—and that I was aware of the conditions you mention before they were made?”
Dr. Lowry hesitated, said, “I’m afraid not. As a matter of fact, I do know Weldon well enough to take it for granted he wasn’t simply being arbitrary. I . . .”
“You feel,” said Mr. Green, “that there are certain extraneous considerations involved of which you should have been told?”
Lowry looked at him for a moment. “If the President of the United States,” he said drily, “already has made a final decision in the matter, I shall have to accept it.”
The image in the phone field said, “I haven’t.”
“Then,” Lowry said, “I feel it would be desirable to let me judge personally whether any such considerations are quite as extraneous as they might appear to be to . . .”
“To anybody who didn’t himself plan the diex thought projector, supervise its construction in every detail, and carry out an extensive series of preliminary experiments with it,” Mr. Green concluded for him. “Well, yes—you may be right about that, doctor. You are necessarily more aware of the instrument’s final potentialities than anyone else could be at present.” The image’s mouth quirked in the slightest of smiles. “In any event, we want to retain your ungrudging cooperation, so Colonel Weldon is authorized herewith to tell you in as much detail as you feel is necessary what the situation is. And he will do it before any other steps are taken. Perhaps I should warn you that what you learn may not add to your peace of mind. Now, does that settle the matter to your satisfaction, Dr. Lowry?”
Lowry nodded. “Yes, sir, it does. Except for one detail.”
“Yes, I see. Weldon, will you kindly cut yourself out of this circuit. I’ll call you back in a moment.”
Colonel Weldon’s room vanished from the phone field. Mr. Green went over to a wall safe, opened it with his back to Dr. Lowry, closed it again and turned holding up a small, brightly polished metal disk.
“I should appreciate it, incidentally,” he remarked, “if you would find it convenient to supply me with several more of these devices.”
“I’ll be very glad to do it, sir,” Dr. Lowry told him, “after I’ve been released from my present assignment.”
“Yes . . . you take no more chances than we do.” Mr. Green raised his right hand, held the disk facing the phone field. After a moment, the light in Dr. Lowry’s living room darkened, turned to a rich, deep purple, gradually lightened again.
Mr. Green took his hand down. “Are you convinced I’m the person I appear to be?”
Lowry nodded. “Yes, sir, I am. To the best of my knowledge, there is no way of duplicating that particular diex effect—as yet.”
* * *
Arlene Rolf walked rapidly along the passage between the thick inner and outer walls enclosing Cleaver Spaceport. There was no one in sight, and the staccato clicking of her high heels on the light-green marblite paving was the only sound. The area had the overall appearance of a sun-baked, deserted fortress. She reached a double flight of shallow stairs, went up and came out on a wide, bare platform, level with the top of the inner wall.
Cleaver Spaceport lay on her left, a twenty-mile rectangle of softly gleaming marblite absolutely empty except for the narrow white spire of a control tower near the far side. The spaceport’s construction had been begun the year Arlene was born, as part of the interplanetary colonization program which a rash of disasters and chronically insufficient funds meanwhile had brought to an almost complete standstill. Cleaver Spaceport remained unfinished; no spaceship had yet lifted from its surface or settled down to it.
Ahead and to Arlene’s right, a mile and a half of green lawn stretched away below the platform. Automatic tenders moved slowly across it, about half of them haloed by the rhythmically circling rainbow sprays of their sprinklers. In the two years since Arlene had first seen the lawn, no human being had set foot there. At its far end was a cluster of low, functional buildings. There were people in those buildings . . . but not very many people. It was the security island where Dr. Lowry had built the diex projector.
Arlene crossed the platform, passed through the doorless entry of the building beyond it, feeling the tingle of another somatic barrier as she stepped into its shadow. At the end of the short hallway was a narrow door with the words NONSPACE CONDUIT above it. Behind the door was a small, dimly lit cube of a room. Miss Rolf went inside and sat down on one of the six chairs spaced along the walls. After a moment, the door slid quietly shut and the room went dark.
For a period of perhaps a dozen seconds, in complete blackness, Arlene Rolf appeared to herself to have become an awareness so entirely detached from her body that it could experience no physical sensation. Then light reappeared in the room and sensation returned. She stood up, smoothing down her skirt, and discovered, smiling, that she had been holding her breath again. It happened each time she went through the conduit, and no previous degree of determination to breathe normally had any effect at all on that automatic reaction. The door opened and she picked up her purse and went out into a hall which was large, well-lit and quite different in every respect from the one by which she had entered.
In the wall screen across the hall, the image of a uniformed man smiled at her and said, “Dr. Lowry has asked that you go directly to the laboratory on your return, Miss Rolf.”
“Thank you, Max,” she said. She had never seen Max or one of the other project guards in person, though they must be somewhere in the building. The screen went blank, and she went on down the long, windowless hall, the sound of her steps on the thick carpeting again the only break in the quiet. Now, she thought, it was a little like being in an immaculately clean, well-tended but utterly vacant hotel.
* * *
Arlene pressed the buzzer beside the door to Dr. Lowry’s quarters and stood waiting. When the door opened, she started forward, then stopped in surprise.