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"The Government's put about fifty specialists on the notes you and Meinzer left," Dan answered, but there was no assurance in his voice. "They're trying to find some way to bring the psi factor under the control of your logical, rational mind." He got to his knees and began crawling out of the little cave, while Hawkes tried to help Ellen follow him.
The letter from Professor Meinzer had been about his paper on poltergeists which the old man had seen before publication. He'd been doing research on the psi factor for the government, and he needed a mathematician even one who proved something which he knew wasn't true, provided the mathematics could handle his theories.
He glanced at it, noting that a Professor Meinzer, formerly of City College, had appeared at Bellevue, asking to be put away in a padded cell, preferably with a strait-jacket. The Professor had only explained that he considered himself dangerous to society. No other reason was found. Professor Meinzer had been doing private work, believed to relate to his theory that....
He made one final attempt. He called the college, asking for Meinzer, to find that nobody even knew the name! He knew they were lying but he could do nothing about that. Maybe it was only because of the publicity or maybe because someone or something had gotten to them first! Fear was growing with him as he came out on the street.
But we couldn't reach you Meinzer barely touched the tape-recorder when something seemed to pick us up and drive us out of the room and down the stairs. We were just going back when you came out." She shuddered, and Hawkes nodded. He'd obviously used that psi factor to throw off the drugs at the first sign of anyone near him. He told them sickly what had happened to the old man.
But the small group in the top division of the government to whom they were responsible had demanded more proof. Hawkes had treated himself secretly, not knowing that Meinzer had done the same two days before. And both had learned the same thing. The wild talents appeared, but they couldn't be controlled. Meinzer hadn't found security in the hospital, hard as he'd tried to find it.
Hawkes shoved the magazines and papers back, and went through the series of halls and stairs that led him to the main reference room, inconveniently located on the top floor. He found the book he wanted, and thumbed rapidly through it. Meinzer was listed on the bottom of page 972 but as he looked for 973, a pile of ashes dribbled onto the floor. There was no use. They'd gotten there ahead of him.
What had been in the letter? It had been from a professor it might have been from Professor Meinzer. That would tie in neatly. But Meinzer was dead, and he couldn't remember. They'd stripped him of his memory. How? Why? Were they trying to prevent his giving information to others or were they trying to get something from him? And what could he know?
We simply used your own technique to improve the relationship. All you ever needed was a longer, harder treatment than you and Meinzer had given yourselves. You just stopped too soon." Hawkes dropped back comfortably onto the cot. He reached out for a glass of water, lifted it to his lips, and put it back without using his hands.
It was a simple followup to the story about the scientist who'd turned himself in at Bellevue the man had mysteriously disappeared, three hours later. And there was a picture the face of the fat man, with "Professor Arthur Meinzer" under it. It didn't help.
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