He added, “I’ll behave. Word of honor! This will be business—if I can sharpen you up enough, you might be useful to me some day. Get a good night’s rest before you come. I’ll work you till you’re begging to quit.”
Work her relentlessly he did. Telzey didn’t ask for time out. She was being drilled through techniques it might have taken her months to develop by herself. They discovered she could handle them. Then something went wrong.
She didn’t know immediately what it was. She looked over at Sams.
He was smiling, a bit unpleasantly.
“Controlled, aren’t you?”
Telzey felt a touch of apprehension. She considered. “Yes,” she said, “I am. I must be! But—”
She hesitated. Sams nodded.
“You’ve been under control for the past half-hour. You wouldn’t know it now if I hadn’t let you know it—and you still don’t understand how it’s being done, so there’s nothing you can do about it, is there?” He grinned suddenly, and Telzey felt the psi controls she hadn’t been able to sense till then release her.
“Just a demonstration, this time!” Sams said. “Don’t let yourself get caught again. Get a few hours’ sleep, and we’ll go on. You’re a good student.”
Around the middle of the second day, he said, “You’ve done fine! There really isn’t much more I can do for you. But now a special gimmick. I never expected to show it to anyone, but let’s see if you can work it. It takes plenty of coordination. Screens tight, both sides. You scan. If I spot you, you get jolted so hard your teeth rattle!”
After a few seconds, she said, “I’m there.”
Sams nodded.
“Good! I can’t tell it. Now I’ll leave you an opening, just a flash. You’re to try to catch it and slam me at the same instant.”
“Well, wait a moment!” Telzey said. “Supposing I don’t just try—I do it?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll block. Watch out for the counter!”
Sams’s screen opening flicked through her awareness five seconds later. She slammed. But, squeamishly perhaps, she held back somewhat on the bolt.
It took her an hour to bring Sams around. He sat up groggily at last.
“How do you feel?” she asked.
He shook his head. “Never mind. Goodbye! Go home. You’ve graduated. I’m a little sorry for the Service.”
* * *
Telzey knew she hadn’t given the Service much to work on, but there were a few possible lines of general investigation. Since the Melna Park psis apparently had set Robane the task of developing psi machines for them, they should be interested in psi machines generally. They might, or might not, be connected with the criminal ring with which he’d had contacts; if they were, they presumably controlled it. And, of course, they definitely did make use of a teleporting creature, of which there seemed to be no record otherwise, to kill people.
She’d been able to add one other thing about them which could be significant. They might be a mutant strain of humanity. The impressions of the thought forms she’d retained seemed to have a distinctive quality she’d never sensed in human minds before.
A machine copied the impressions from her memory. They were analyzed, checked against Service files. They did have a distinctive quality, and it was one which wasn’t on record. Special investigators with back-up teams began to scan Orado systematically, trying to pick up mental traces which might match the impressions, while outfits involved in psi technology, along with assorted criminal organizations, were scrutinized for indications of telepathic control. Neither approach produced results.
The Service went on giving Orado primary attention but extended its investigations next to the Hub worlds in general. There the sheer size of the Hub’s populations raised immense difficulties. Psi machines were regarded by many as a coming thing; on a thousand worlds, great numbers of people currently were trying to develop effective designs. Another multitude, of course, was involved in organized crime. Eccentric forms of murder, including a variety which conceivably could have been carried out by Telzey’s psi beasts, were hardly uncommon. Against such a background, the secretive psis might remain invisible indefinitely.
“Nevertheless,” Klayung, who was in charge of the Service operation, told Telzey, “we may be getting a pattern! It’s not too substantial, but it’s consistent. If it indicates what it seems to, the people you became involved with are neither a local group nor a small one. In fact, they appear to be distributed rather evenly about the more heavily populated Federation worlds.”
She didn’t like that. “What kind of pattern is it?”
“Violent death, without witnesses and of recurring specific types—types which could be explained by your teleporting animal. The beast kills but not in obvious beast manner. It remains under restraint. If, for example, it had been able to reach you in Melna Park, it might have broken your neck, dropped you out of your aircar, and vanished. Elsewhere it might have smothered or strangled you, suggesting a human assailant. There are a number of variations repetitive enough to be included in the pattern. We’re trying to establish connections among the victims. So far we don’t have any. You remain our best lead.”
Telzey already had concluded that. There were no detectable signs, but she was closely watched, carefully guarded. If another creature like Bozo the Beast should materialize suddenly in her college bungalow while she was alone, it would be dead before it touched her. That was reassuring at present. But it didn’t solve the problem.
Evidence that the psis had found her developed within ten days. As Klayung described it, there was now a new kind of awareness of Telzey about Pehanron College, of her coming and going. Not among friends and acquaintances but among people she barely knew by sight, who, between them, were in a good position to tell approximately where she was, what she did, much of the time. Then there was the matter of the ComWebs. No attempt had been made to tamper with the instrument in her bungalow. But a number of other ComWebs responded whenever it was switched on; and her conversations were monitored.
“These people aren’t controlled in the ordinary sense,” Klayung remarked. “They’ve been given a very few specific instructions, carry them out, and don’t know they’re doing it. They have no conscious interest in you. And they haven’t been touched in any other way. All have wide-open minds. Somebody presumably scans those minds periodically for information. He hasn’t been caught at it. Whoever arranged this is a highly skilled operator. It’s an interesting contrast to that first, rather crude, trap prepared for you.”
“That one nearly worked,” Telzey said thoughtfully. “Nobody’s tried to probe me here—I’ve been waiting for it. They know who I am, and they must be pretty sure I’m the one who did away with Bozo. You think they suspect I’m being watched?”
“I’d suspect it in their place,” Klayung said. “They know who you are—not what you are. Possibly a highly talented junior Service operator. We’re covered, I think. But I’d smell a trap. We have to assume that whoever is handling the matter on their side also smells a trap.”
“Then what’s going to happen?”
Klayung shrugged.
“I know it isn’t pleasant, Telzey, but it’s a waiting game here—unless they make a move. They may not do it. They may simply fade away again.”
She made a small grimace. “That’s what I’m afraid of!”
“I know. But we’re working on other approaches. They’ve been able to keep out of our way so far. But we’re aware of them now—we’ll be watching for slips, and sooner or later we’ll pick up a line to them.”
Sooner or later! She didn’t like it at all! She’d become a pawn. A well-protected one—but one with no scrap of privacy left, under scrutiny from two directions. She didn’t blame Klayung or the Service. For them, this was one problem among very many they had to handle, always short of sufficiently skilled personnel, always trying to recruit any psi of the slightest usable ability who was willing to be recruited. She was one of those who hadn’t been willing, not wanting the restrictions it would place on her. She couldn’t complain.
But she couldn’t accept the situation either. It had to be resolved.
Somehow. . . .
Chapter 2
“What do you know about Tinokti?” Klayung asked.
“Tinokti?” Telzey had been transferred from the car that picked her up in Beale to a small space cruiser standing off Orado. She, Klayung, and the car driver seemed to be the only people aboard. “I haven’t been there, and I haven’t made a special study of it.” She reflected. “Nineteen hours liner time from Orado. Rather dense population. High living standards. Worldwide portal circuit system—the most involved in the Federation. A social caste system that’s also pretty involved. Government by syndicate—a scientific body, the Tongi Phon. Corrupt, but they have plenty of popular support. As scientists they’re supposed to be outstanding in a number of fields.” She shrugged. “That’s it, mainly. Is it enough?”