The eyeless one looked him over carefully. “Hanson,” he said, in still sweeter tones, “you have been feeling your size for months. Would you care to match your strength with mine?”
The other looked at his cigar. “I don’t mind if I do.”
“You will. But not tonight. I haven’t time to select and train new lieutenants.
Therefore I will tell you what the urgency is. I can’t raise Brinckley. He’s fallen out of communication.
There is no time — ”
“You are correct,” said a new voice. “There is no time.”
The five jerked puppetlike to face its source. Standing side by side in the study were Ephraim Howe and Joan Freeman.
Howe looked at the thing. “I’ve waited for this meeting,” he said cheerfully,
“and I’ve saved you for myself.”
The creature got out of its wheelchair and moved through the air at Howe. Its height and position gave an unpleasant sensation that it walked on invisible legs. Howe signalled to Joan –“It starts. Can you hold the others, my dear?”
— “I think so.”
— “Now!” Howe brought to bear everything he had learned in one hundred and thirty busy years, concentrated on the single problem of telekinetic control. He avoided, refused contact with the mind of the evil thing before him and turned his attention to destroying its physical envelope.
The thing stopped.
Slowly, slowly, like a deepsea diver caught in an implosion, like an orange in a squeezer, the spatial limits in which it existed were reduced. A spherical locus in space enclosed it, diminished.
The thing was drawn in and in. The ungrown stumps of its legs folded against its thick torso.
The head ducked down against the chest to escape the unrelenting pressure. For a single instant it gathered its enormous perverted power and fought back. Joan was disconcerted, momentarily nauseated, by the backwash of evil.
But Howe withstood it without change of expression; the sphere shrank again. The eyeless skull split. At once, the sphere shrank to the least possible dimension.
A twenty-inch ball hung in the air, a ball whose repulsive superficial details did not invite examination.
Howe held the harmless, disgusting mess in place with a fraction of his mind, and inquired –“Are you all right, my dear?”
— “Yes, Senior. Master Ling helped me once when I needed it.”
— “That I anticipated. Now for the others.” Speaking aloud he said, “Which do you prefer: To join your leader, or to forget what you know?” He grasped air with his fingers and made a squeezing gesture.
The man with the cigar screamed.
“I take that to be an answer,” said Howe. “Very well, Joan, pass them to me, one at a time.”
He operated subtly on their minds, smoothing out the patterns of colloidal gradients established by their corporal experience.
A few minutes later the room contained four sane, but infant adults-and a gory mess on the rug..Coburn stepped into a room to which he had not been invited.
“School’s out, boys,” he announced cheerfully. He pointed a finger at one occupant. “That goes for you.” Flame crackled from his finger tip, lapped over his adversary. “Yes, and for you.” The flames spouted forth a second time. “And for you.” A third received his final cleansing.
Brother Artemis, “God’s Angry Man,” faced the television pick — up. “And if these things be not true,” he thundered, “then may the Lord strike me down dead!”
The coroner’s verdict of heart failure did not fully account for the charred condition of his remains.
A political rally adjourned early because the principal speaker failed to show up. An anonymous beggar was found collapsed over his pencils and chewing gum. A director of nineteen major corporatons caused his secretary to have hysterics by breaking off in the midst of dictating to converse with the empty air before lapsing into cheerful idiocy. A celebrated stereo and television star disappeared. Obituary stories were hastily dug out and completed for seven members of Congress, several judges, and two governors.
The usual evening sing at Camp Mark Twain took place that night without the presence of Camp Director Moulton. He was attending a full conference of the adepts, assembled all in the flesh for the first time in many years.