Fantastic Stories Presents the Imagination (Stories of Science and Fantasy) Super Pack. Edmond Hamilton
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and in defiance of cultural tradition, lit it there in the corridor while she waited for the elevator.
The operator did not approve of women smoking in public. He said so.
She ate in the coffee shop.
After the meal, she took a cab to the offices of the morning paper.
In the entranceway to the building, sure that no one was watching, she became invisible.
Half an hour later, possessed of the information she had come after (harvested from the back files of the paper) she was once again in the street.
In her room, she went to the telephone. She placed a long distance call to a Boston hospital.
The news had not been widely reported. She found most of the names in brief paragraphs stating that Mr. and Mrs. such and such had settled their suit against the so and so hospital out of court. In the three cases where the confinements had been in private homes, there had been kidnapping stories in the paper. In one of the cases, a man had later been convicted and executed—although the body of the child had never been recovered from the pond into which the prosecution contended it had been thrown.
She talked to the switch board operator at the Boston hospital. She was given the superintendent. He—impressed by the fact that she was calling from the Pacific coast—sent his secretary to rummage the files for the hospital’s copy of the birth certificate.
Julia waited.
“Yes, I have it.”
“It’s on the child of Mr. and Mrs. George Temple?”
“That’s right.”
Julia concentrated as hard as she could.
“You have it in your hand?”
“Yes.”
“Would you look at it closely?”
“ . . . what?”
“Look at it closely, please.”
“Young lady—”
“Please, sir.”
“All right. I am. Now what information did you want? It reads—What the hell! Where did that go? Say, how did you—”
Julia hung up. She looked at the birth certificate lying by the telephone. She picked it up. It was none the worse for teleportation.
She put it on the dresser and returned to the phone.
By the time Tuesday was well into the afternoon, when the cool rays of the winter sun lay slanting upon the murmuring crest outside, she had nine birth certificates on the dresser. Nine times the bell boy had come to her room to collect for the telephone charges. The last time, she forgot to make Walt invisible. The bell boy said nothing.
*
Julia was annoyed by her carelessness. The bell boy’s foot-falls died in the carpet of the corridor. She went to the door and looked out. He was gone.
She closed the door and crossed to the bed. She had exhausted her list of names. She set about rousing Walt.
He’s handsome, she thought.
His eyelids flickered.
He opened his eyes. Memory slowly darkened his irises. He glared up at her.
He surged at his bonds, striving to rip free and throw himself upon her. He tugged at his right hand. His fingers writhed. A frown passed over his face. He jerked his right hand savagely.
“You have been deprived of your power,” Julia said.
Stunned, he lay back. “I, I don’t understand.”
“You thought you were a Lyrian,” Julia said. “You were wrong. You’re an earthman. I am an earthwoman.”
“That’s a lie! I’m not an earthman!”
“You are now. How are you different?”
“That’s a lie. I’m, I’m . . . .” He fought against the tentacle-like strips of sheet.
“Is it a lie, Walt?”
He continued to struggle.
Smiling, she taunted him: “When I was a little girl, I used to get mad and throw rocks . . . . It never did any good. Lie still.”
I shouldn’t tease him, she thought contritely.
She felt very sorry for him. How frustrated he must feel! How hurt and puzzled and helpless and betrayed!
He’s like Samson shorn.
“I know how you feel,” she said softly. “I felt that way when you were chasing me. You’re going to listen to me. After I’m through talking to you, maybe I’ll let you up.”
Glaring hotly, he relaxed.
“I saved your life,” Julia said. “Don’t forget that. You could thank me.”
“You had a reason then. You’re a traitor. You had your reasons to.”
She slipped to the end of the bed. Gently she unlaced his shoes and slipped them off.
His face purpled with impotent anger.
She peeled off his socks.
Then, one by one, Julia compared the footprints on the birth certificates with Walt’s feet.
Hot tears of defeat brimmed up within Walt; indignant rage filled his eyes.
Julia turned to put the birth certificates back on the dresser.
None of them corresponded to his prints.
*
Walt wanted to bite down on something. He gritted his teeth. Then, as Julia was turning away from him, he felt once again the weird blending of his mind with Calvin’s. He realized that it was some exclusive power given to Calvin that caused the blending: he was not even any longer a, a Lyrian!
Joy vibrated in his body. Drawing on the new power in his mind, he hurled a picture from the wall at the back of Julia’s unprotected head.
She half turned. The heavy wooden frame hit her in the temple. With a little despairing sigh of surprise she sank to the carpet.
I’ll kill her this time, Walt thought. He displaced the binding from his right hand.
And Calvin’s mind withdrew.
Walt tried desperately to tear loose his other hand; the knot would not yield. He tried to reach Julia. He tried to reach something to throw at Julia. He could not. He let out a roar of baffled rage.
Julia was struggling to her feet.
Standing uncertainly, she shook her head. Her eyes cleared. She let out her breath. The recuperative powers of a mutant were in action. “That was an awful wallop,” she said calmly. “How did you manage it?”
Walt said nothing.
Julia wrinkled her forehead. Her mind was steady and alert. “I felt another mind just before I turned. Someone called Calvin, wasn’t it?”
Walt was sweating. How smart is she? Can she guess everything?
“Somehow he gains rapport with you.” Her fingers tapped restlessly on the dresser top. “If you could maintain contact with his mind all the time, you would; that’s obvious, isn’t it? He must make contact with yours, then. You don’t know just when he’s going to contact you, do you?”
Walt licked his lips.
“He must be abnormal. A normal mutant couldn’t do that. I’ll have to find some way to seal his mind off from yours, I guess. I’ll have to interfere with that sort of thing. In the meantime, I’ll