“Ah, there you are. We’ve been expecting you. Welcome to Shangri La.”
“Shangri La?”
“Just a poetical expression, an old man’s fancy from a piece of classic literature I read when a boy. You’ve probably never heard of it.”
“I’ve read it.” Perry spoke abruptly.
“Oh, you have really? Then you’ll appreciate the allusion. Not quite as Elysian as the original perhaps, but very beautiful, very beautiful.” Master Hedrick beamed as if he personally had weeded the gardens. “And we try to make the place have the same effect, the same effect. Hope to, hope to.” He cocked his head on one side and regarded them with chipper benignity. “But here, what are we waiting for? Visitors to Shangri La must be fed first. Have you lunched? Then perhaps some tea, or a liqueur? No? A cigarette?” Perry took one from the proffered pack. It was already lighted when he withdrew it. He regarded it with some surprise. Hedrick beamed anew. “Clever, isn’t it? Designed for me by one of our guests. Very clever man, but a little too preoccupied with mechanical devices. Designed one intended to blow up the earth. Didn’t work, but he doesn’t want to anymore. Designs integrating fabricators instead. Very ingenious. Very ingenious. Never could understand them, but they work like a top, like a top. But come, you’re not settled yet. Want to live in bachelor hall? No, of course not. We have some lovely apartments. Or how about a cottage?”
Perry didn’t answer, but Diana diffidently suggested that they see the latter.
“Yes indeed. Come along.” He led them at a quick trot downstairs and into a passage where a moving way delivered them to another stairway. They climbed the stair and found themselves in a pleasant comfortable living room complete in all necessary details except kitchen equipment. A fine view window faced out over Lake Tahoe. No other buildings were in sight. Hedrick indicated a path that lead to the right along the shore. “The main buildings are a couple hundred meters down there,” said he. “You’ll prefer to walk in fine weather. Now I’ll leave you for a while. Just make yourselves at home. We won’t really get busy until tomorrow.” He trotted away.
Perry glanced after him. “Funny little guy. What is he, kind of a glorified janitor?”
“My heavens, no. He’s the chief psychiatrist and director of the whole institution.” Perry whistled, then he changed the subject.
“How soon do you have to go?”
“Why, I don’t have to go. I don’t have a broadcast until Tuesday.”
“Do you mean they will let you stay here?”
“Surely. Why not? I’ll have to be away a good deal because there is no place to rehearse here, nor to broadcast. They may want me to leave you a good bit of the time, but I’m certainly staying over night and most nights—if I’m asked.” She lowered her lashes.
He placed a finger under her chin, turned it up and kissed her. “Of course you’re asked.”
The next morning Hedrick appeared and asked if he might come in and talk for a while. The men settled down to becoming acquainted, as Diana announced that she was going to run over and pick up Captain Kidd. The conversation rambled on for hour after hour. Perry found himself led into doing most of the talking and doing so with great freedom. The little man was curiously disarming. His bird-like twitter and mild ways broke down the younger man’s reticence. Gradually he found himself talking about factual events alone. To it all Hedrick offered a sympathetic attention, his head cocked on one side, his eyes bright and alert. When he arose to leave, Perry inquired somewhat nervously as to when the treatment would commence. Hedrick beamed. “It has commenced. Didn’t you know it?” Then he departed, having promised to arrange as soon as possible for a competent economist to come in for a chat, which Perry had requested.
The talks continued, both with and without others present. Hedrick turned over a part of Perry’s case to Olga, a sturdy blond earthy person who seemed out of place on the staff of a psychiatric institution. She had the hips and breasts for childbearing and the calm eyes of the natural mother. But Diana assured him that Olga had more than once collaborated with Diana’s mother in complicated brain surgery. Olga directed Perry in a more comprehensive study of the modern world than he had undertaken with Diana’s help. In addition to technical and non-fiction works, Olga selected for him many fictional and dramatic works which she urged him to read or view. The two women got along together like old friends. Often Olga would appear with some book or record that she wished Perry to absorb, then the ladies would go for long walks in the surrounding hills. During Diana’s numerous absences Olga would frequently eat and spend the evening with him.
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