I looked down at the hand and said, "Young lady, do you realize that you
have an advanced case of Mekstrom's Disease?"
She eyed me coldly. "Now," she said in a hard voice. "I know you'll come
in."
Something in my make-up objects violently to being ordered around by a
slip of a girl. I balance off at about one-sixty. I guessed her at about
two-thirds of that, say one-ten or thereabouts--
"One-eight," she said levelly.
#A telepath!#
"Yes," she replied calmly. "And I don't mind letting you know it, so
you'll not try anything stupid."
#I'm getting the heck out of here!#
"No, you're not. You are coming in with me."
"Like heck!" I exploded.
"Don't be silly. You'll come in. Or shall I lay one along your jaw and
carry you?"