She nodded. "I ... yes, I guess so. I guess I am."

"All right," Cavender said. He stood up. "You three can run along

then. You won't be officially involved in this matter, and no one's

going to bother you. If you want to go on playing around with E.S.P.

and so forth, that's your business. But I trust that in future you'll

have the good sense to keep away from characters like Grady. Periods

of confusion, chronic nightmares--even chronic headaches--are a good

sign you're asking for bad trouble in that area."

They thanked him, started out of the office in obvious relief. At the

door, Perrie Rochelle hesitated, looked back.

"Mr. Cavender...."

"Yes?"

"You don't think I ... I need...."

"Psychiatric help? No. But I understand," Cavender said, "that you

have a sister in Maine who's been wanting you to spend the summer with

her. I think that's a fine idea! A month or two of sun and salt water

is exactly what you can use to drive the last of this nonsense out of

your mind again. So good night to the three of you, and good luck!"

* * * * *

Cavender snapped the top of the squat little thermos flask back in

place and restored it to the glove compartment of Jeffries' car. He

brushed a few crumbs from the knees of his trousers and settled back

in the seat, discovering he no longer felt nearly as tired and washed

out as he had been an hour ago in the lecture room. A few cups of

coffee and a little nourishment could do wonders for a man, even at

the tail end of a week of hard work.

The last light in the Institute building across the street went out

and Cavender heard the click of the front door. The bulky figure of

Detective Sergeant Reuben Jeffries stood silhouetted for a moment in

the street lights on the entrance steps. Then Jeffries came down the

steps and crossed the street to the car.

"All done?" Cavender asked.

"All done," Jeffries said through the window. He opened the door,

eased himself in behind the wheel and closed the door.

"They took Grady away by the back entrance," he told Cavender. "The

records in his files ... he wasn't keeping much, of course ... and the

stuff in the safe and those instruments went along with him. He was

very co-operative. He's had a real scare."

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