The Psionics and Parapsychology people weren"t the only delegation to reach Blanley that day. Enough of the trustees of the college lived in the San Francisco area to muster a quorum for a meeting the evening before; a committee, including James Dacre, the father of the boy in Modern History IV, was appointed to get the facts at first hand; they arrived about noon. They talked to some of the students, spent some time closeted with Whitburn, and were seen crossing the campus with the Parapsychology people. They didn"t talk to Chalmers or Fitch. In the afternoon, Marjorie Fenner told Chalmers that his presence at a meeting, to be held that evening in Whitburn"s office, was requested.

The request, she said, had come from the trustees" committee, not from Whitburn; she also told him that Fitch would be there. Chalmers promptly phoned Stanly Weill.

"I"ll be there along with you," the lawyer said. "If this trustees"

committee is running it, they"ll realize that this is a matter in which you"re ent.i.tled to legal advice. I"ll stop by your place and pick you up.... You haven"t been doing any talking, have you?"

He described the interview with the Psionics and Parapsychology people.

"That was all right.... Was there a man with a mustache, in a brown tweed suit, with them?"

"Yes. I didn"t catch his name...."

"It"s Cutler. He"s an Army major; Central Intelligence. His crowd"s interested in whether you had any real advance information on this. He was in to see me, just a while ago. I have the impression he"d like to see this whole thing played down, so he"ll be on our side, more or less and for the time being. I"ll be around to your place about eight; in the meantime, don"t do any more talking than you have to. I hope we can get this straightened out, this evening. I"ll have to go to Reno in a day or so to see a client there...."

The meeting in Whitburn"s office had been set for eight-thirty; Weill saw to it that they arrived exactly on time. As they got out of his car at Administration Center and crossed to the steps, Chalmers had the feeling of going to a duel, accompanied by his second. The briefcase Weill was carrying may have given him the idea; it was flat and square-cornered, the size and shape of an old case of dueling pistols. He commented on it.

"Sound recorder," Weill said. "Loaded with a four-hour spool. No matter how long this thing lasts, I"ll have a record of it, if I want to produce one in court."

Another party was arriving at the same time--the two Psionics and Parapsychology people and the Intelligence major, who seemed to have formed a working partnership. They all entered together, after a brief and guardedly polite exchange of greetings. There were voices raised in argument inside when they came to Whitburn"s office. The college president was trying to keep Handley, Tom Smith, and Max Pottgeiter from entering his private room in the rear.

"It certainly is!" Handley was saying. "As faculty members, any controversy involving establishment of standards of fitness to teach under a tenure-contract concerns all of us, because any action taken in this case may establish a precedent which could affect the validity of our own contracts."

A big man with iron-gray hair appeared in the doorway of the private office behind Whitburn; James Dacre.

"These gentlemen have a substantial interest in this, Doctor Whitburn," he said. "If they"re here as representatives of the college faculty, they have every right to be present."

Whitburn stood aside. Handley, Smith and Pottgeiter went through the door; the others followed. The other three members of the trustees"

committee were already in the room. A few minutes later, Leonard Fitch arrived, also carrying a briefcase.

"Well, everybody seems to be here," Whitburn said, starting toward his chair behind the desk. "We might as well get this started."

"Yes. If you"ll excuse me, Doctor." Dacre stepped in front of him and sat down at the desk. "I"ve been selected as chairman of this committee; I believe I"m presiding here. Start the recorder, somebody."

One of the other trustees went to the sound recorder beside the desk--a larger but probably not more efficient instrument than the one Weill had concealed in his briefcase--and flipped a switch. Then he and his companions dragged up chairs to flank Dacre"s, and the rest seated themselves around the room. Old Pottgeiter took a seat next to Chalmers. Weill opened the case on his lap, reached inside, and closed it again.

"What are they trying to do, Ed?" Pottgeiter asked, in a loud whisper.

"Throw you off the faculty? They can"t do that, can they?"

"I don"t know, Max. We"ll see...."

"This isn"t any formal hearing, and n.o.body"s on trial here," Dacre was saying. "Any action will have to be taken by the board of trustees as a whole, at a regularly scheduled meeting. All we"re trying to do is find out just what"s happened here, and who, if anybody, is responsible...."

"Well, there"s the man who"s responsible!" Whitburn cried, pointing at Chalmers. "This whole thing grew out of his behavior in cla.s.s a month ago, and I"ll remind you that at the time I demanded his resignation!"

"I thought it was Doctor Fitch, here, who gave the story to the newspapers," one of the trustees, a man with red hair and a thin, eyegla.s.sed face, objected.

"Doctor Fitch acted as any scientist should, in making public what he believed to be an important scientific discovery," the elder of the two Parapsychology men said. "He believed, and so do we, that he had discovered a significant instance of precognition--a case of real prior knowledge of a future event. He made a careful and systematic record of Professor Chalmers" statements, at least two weeks before the occurrence of the event to which they referred. It is entirely due to him that we know exactly what Professor Chalmers said and when he said it."

"Yes," his younger colleague added, "and in all my experience I"ve never heard anything more preposterous than this man Whitburn"s attempt, yesterday, to deny the fact."

"Well, we"re convinced that Doctor Chalmers did in fact say what he"s alleged to have said, last month," Dacre began.

"Jim, I think we ought to get that established, for the record,"

another of the trustees put in. "Doctor Chalmers, is it true that you spoke, in the past tense, about the death of Khalid ib"n Hussein in one of your cla.s.ses on the sixteenth of last month?"

Chalmers rose. "Yes, it is. And the next day, I was called into this room by Doctor Whitburn, who demanded my resignation from the faculty of this college because of it. Now, what I"d like to know is, why did Doctor Whitburn, in this same room, deny, yesterday, that I"d said anything of the sort, and accuse my students of concocting the story after the event as a hoax."

"One of them being my son," Dacre added. "I"d like to hear an answer to that, myself."

"So would I," Stanly Weill chimed in. "You know, my client has a good case against Doctor Whitburn for libel."

Chalmers looked around the room. Of the thirteen men around him, only Whitburn was an enemy. Some of the others were on his side, for one reason or another, but none of them were friends. Weill was his lawyer, obeying an obligation to a client which, at bottom, was an obligation to his own conscience. Handley was afraid of the possibility that a precedent might be established which would impair his own tenure-contract. Fitch, and the two men from the Inst.i.tute of Psionics and Parapsychology were interested in him as a source of study-material. Dacre resented a slur upon his son; he and the others were interested in Blanley College as an inst.i.tution, almost an abstraction. And the major in mufti was probably worrying about the consequences to military security of having a prophet at large. Then a hand gripped his shoulder, and a voice whispered in his ear:

"That"s good, Ed; don"t let them scare you!"

Old Max Pottgeiter, at least, was a friend.

"Doctor Whitburn, I"m asking you, and I expect an answer, why did you make such statements to the press, when you knew perfectly well that they were false?" Dacre demanded sharply.

"I knew nothing of the kind!" Whitburn bl.u.s.tered, showing, under the bl.u.s.ter, fear. "Yes, I demanded this man"s resignation on the morning of October Seventeenth, the day after this incident occurred. It had come to my attention on several occasions that he was making wild and unreasonable a.s.sertions in cla.s.s, and subjecting himself, and with himself the whole faculty of this college, to student ridicule. Why, there was actually an editorial about it written by the student editor of the campus paper, the _Black and Green_. I managed to prevent its publication...." He went on at some length about that. "If I might be permitted access to the drawers of my own desk," he added with elephantine sarcasm, "I could show you the editorial in question."

"You needn"t bother; I have a carbon copy," Dacre told him. "We"ve all read it. If you did, at the time you suppressed it, you should have known what Doctor Chalmers said in cla.s.s."

"I knew he"d talked a lot of poppyc.o.c.k about a man who was still living having been shot to death," Whitburn retorted. "And if something of the sort actually happened, what of it? Somebody"s always taking a shot at one or another of these foreign dictators, and they can"t miss all the time."

"You claim this was pure coincidence?" Fitch demanded. "A ten-point coincidence: Event of a.s.sa.s.sination, year of the event, place, circ.u.mstances, name of a.s.sa.s.sin, nationality of a.s.sa.s.sin, manner of killing, exact type of weapon used, guards killed and wounded along with Khalid, and fate of the a.s.sa.s.sin. If that"s a simple and plausible coincidence, so"s dealing ten royal flushes in succession in a poker game. Tom, you figured that out; what did you say the odds against it were?"

"Was all that actually stated by Doctor Chalmers a month ago?" one of the trustees asked, incredulously.

"It absolutely was. Look here, Mr. Dacre, gentlemen." Fitch came forward, unzipping his briefcase and pulling out papers. "Here are the signed statements of each of Doctor Chalmers" twenty-three Modern History Four students, all made and dated before the a.s.sa.s.sination.

You can refer to them as you please; they"re in alphabetical order.

And here." He unfolded a sheet of graph paper a yard long and almost as wide. "Here"s a tabulated summary of the boys" statements. All agreed on the first point, the fact of the a.s.sa.s.sination. All agreed that the time was sometime this year. Twenty out of twenty-three agreed on Basra as the place. Why, seven of them even remembered the name of the a.s.sa.s.sin. That in itself is remarkable; Doctor Chalmers has an extremely intelligent and attentive cla.s.s."

"They"re attentive because they know he"s always likely to do something crazy and make a circus out of himself," Whitburn interjected.

"And this isn"t the only instance of Doctor Chalmers" precognitive ability," Fitch continued. "There have been a number of other cases...."

Chalmers jumped to his feet; Stanly Weill rose beside him, shoved the cased sound-recorder into his hands, and pushed him back into his seat.

"Gentlemen," the lawyer began, quietly but firmly and clearly. "This is all getting pretty badly out of hand. After all, this isn"t an investigation of the actuality of precognition as a psychic phenomenon. What I"d like to hear, and what I haven"t heard yet, is Doctor Whitburn"s explanation of his contradictory statements that he knew about my client"s alleged remarks on the evening after they were supposed to have been made and that, at the same time, the whole thing was a hoax concocted by his students."

"Are you implying that I"m a liar?" Whitburn bristled.

"I"m pointing out that you made a pair of contradictory statements, and I"m asking how you could do that knowingly and honestly," Weill retorted.

"What I meant," Whitburn began, with exaggerated slowness, as though speaking to an idiot, "was that yesterday, when those infernal reporters were badgering me, I really thought that some of Professor Chalmers" students had gotten together and given the _Valley Times_ an exaggerated story about his insane maunderings a month ago. I hadn"t imagined that a member of the faculty had been so lacking in loyalty to the college...."