"You couldn"t imagine anybody with any more intellectual integrity than you have!" Fitch fairly yelled at him.

"You"re as crazy as Chalmers!" Whitburn yelled back. He turned to the trustees. "You see the position I"m in, here, with this infernal Higher Education Faculty Tenure Act? I have a madman on my faculty, and can I get rid of him? No! I demand his resignation, and he laughs at me and goes running for his lawyer! And he is a madman! n.o.body but a madman would talk the way he does. You think this Khalid ib"n Hussein business is the only time he"s done anything like this? Why, I have a list of a dozen occasions when he"s done something just as bad, only he didn"t have a lucky coincidence to back him up. Trying to get books that don"t exist out of the library, and then insisting that they"re standard textbooks. Talking about the revolt of the colonies on Mars and Venus. Talking about something he calls the Terran Federation, some kind of a world empire. Or something he calls Operation Triple Cross, that saved the country during some fantastic war he imagined...."

"_What did you say?_"

The question cracked out like a string of pistol shots. Everybody turned. The quiet man in the brown tweed suit had spoken; now he looked as though he were very much regretting it.

"Is there such a thing as Operation Triple Cross?" Fitch was asking.

"No, no. I never heard anything about that; that wasn"t what I meant.

It was this Terran Federation thing," the major said, a trifle too quickly and too smoothly. He turned to Chalmers. "You never did any work for PSPB; did you ever talk to anybody who did?" he asked.

"I don"t even know what the letters mean," Chalmers replied.

"Politico-Strategic Planning Board. It"s all pretty hush-hush, but this term Terran Federation is a tentative name for a proposed organization to take the place of the U. N. if that organization breaks up. It"s nothing particularly important, and it only exists on paper."

It won"t exist only on paper very long, Chalmers thought. He was wondering what Operation Triple Cross was; he had some notes on it, but he had forgotten what they were.

"Maybe he did pick that up from somebody who"d talked indiscreetly,"

Whitburn conceded. "But the rest of this tommyrot! Why, he was talking about how the city of Reno had been destroyed by an explosion and fire, literally wiped off the map. There"s an example for you!"

He"d forgotten about that, too. It had been a relatively minor incident in the secret struggle of the Subwar; now he remembered having made a note about it. He was sure that it followed closely after the a.s.sa.s.sination of Khalid ib"n Hussein. He turned quickly to Weill.

"Didn"t you say you had to go to Reno in a day or so?" he asked.

Weill hushed him urgently, pointing with his free hand to the recorder. The exchange prevented him from noticing that Max Pottgeiter had risen, until the old man was speaking.

"Are you trying to tell these people that Professor Chalmers is crazy?" he was demanding. "Why, he has one of the best minds on the campus. I was talking to him only yesterday, in the back room at the Library. You know," he went on apologetically, "my subject is Medieval History; I don"t pay much attention to what"s going on in the contemporary world, and I didn"t understand, really, what all this excitement was about. But he explained the whole thing to me, and did it in terms that I could grasp, drawing some excellent parallels with the Byzantine Empire and the Crusades. All about the revolt at Damascus, and the sack of Beirut, and the war between Jordan and Saudi Arabia, and how the Turkish army intervened, and the invasion of Pakistan...."

"When did all this happen?" one of the trustees demanded.

Pottgeiter started to explain; Chalmers realized, sickly, how much of his future history he had poured into the trusting ear of the old medievalist, the day before.

"Good Lord, man; don"t you read the papers at all?" another of the trustees asked.

"No! And I don"t read inside-dope magazines, or science fiction. I read carefully substantiated facts. And I know when I"m talking to a sane and reasonable man. It isn"t a common experience, around here."

Dacre pa.s.sed a hand over his face. "Doctor Whitburn," he said, "I must admit that I came to this meeting strongly prejudiced against you, and I"ll further admit that your own behavior here has done very little to dispel that prejudice. But I"m beginning to get some idea of what you have to contend with, here at Blanley, and I find that I must make a lot of allowances. I had no idea.... Simply no idea at all."

"Look, you"re getting a completely distorted picture of this, Mr.

Dacre," Fitch broke in. "It"s precisely as I believed; Doctor Chalmers is an unusually gifted precognitive percipient. You"ve seen, gentlemen, how his complicated chain of precognitions about the death of Khalid has been proven veridical; I"d stake my life that every one of these precognitions will be similarly verified. And I"ll stake my professional reputation that the man is perfectly sane. Of course, abnormal psychology and psychopathology aren"t my subjects, but...."

"They"re not my subjects, either," Whitburn retorted, "but I know a lunatic by his ravings."

"Doctor Fitch is taking an entirely proper att.i.tude," Pottgeiter said, "in pointing out that abnormal psychology is a specialized branch, outside his own field. I wouldn"t dream, myself, of trying to offer a decisive opinion on some point of Roman, or Babylonian, history. Well, if the question of Doctor Chalmers" sanity is at issue here, let"s consult somebody who specializes in insanity. I don"t believe that anybody here is qualified even to express an opinion on that subject, Doctor Whitburn least of all."

Whitburn turned on him angrily. "Oh, shut up, you doddering old fool!"

he shouted. "Look; there"s another of them!" he told the trustees.

"Another deadhead on the faculty that this Tenure Law keeps me from getting rid of. He"s as bad as Chalmers, himself. You just heard that string of nonsense he was spouting. Why, his courses have been noted among the students for years as snap courses in which n.o.body ever has to do any work...."

Chalmers was on his feet again, thoroughly angry. Abuse of himself he could take; talking that way about gentle, learned, old Pottgeiter was something else.

"I think Doctor Pottgeiter"s said the most reasonable thing I"ve heard since I came in here," he declared. "If my sanity is to be questioned, I insist that it be questioned by somebody qualified to do so."

[Ill.u.s.tration: Had the sane restrained the insane, or was it the other way around?]

Weill set his recorder on the floor and jumped up beside him, trying to haul him back into his seat.

"For G.o.d"s sake, man! Sit down and shut up!" he hissed.

Chalmers shook off his hand. "No, I won"t shut up! This is the only way to settle this, once and for all. And when my sanity"s been vindicated, I"m going to sue this fellow...."

Whitburn started to make some retort, then stopped short. After a moment, he smiled nastily.

"Do I understand, Doctor Chalmers, that you would be willing to submit to psychiatric examination?" he asked.

"Don"t agree; you"re putting your foot in a trap!" Weill told him urgently.

"Of course, I agree, as long as the examination is conducted by a properly qualified psychiatrist."

"How about Doctor Hauserman at Northern State Mental Hospital?"

Whitburn asked quickly. "Would you agree to an examination by him?"

"Excellent!" Fitch exclaimed. "One of the best men in the field. I"d accept his opinion unreservedly."

Weill started to object again; Chalmers cut him off. "Doctor Hauserman will be quite satisfactory to me. The only question is, would he be available?"

"I think he would," Dacre said, glancing at his watch. "I wonder if he could be reached now." He got to his feet. "Telephone in your outer office, Doctor Whitburn? Fine. If you gentlemen will excuse me...."

It was a good fifteen minutes before he returned, smiling.

"Well, gentlemen, it"s all arranged," he said. "Doctor Hauserman is quite willing to examine Doctor Chalmers--with the latter"s consent, of course."

"He"ll have it. In writing, if he wishes."

"Yes, I a.s.sured him on that point. He"ll be here about noon tomorrow--it"s a hundred and fifty miles from the hospital, but the doctor flies his own plane--and the examination can start at two in the afternoon. He seems familiar with the facilities of the psychology department, here; I a.s.sured him that they were at his disposal. Will that be satisfactory to you, Doctor Chalmers?"

"I have a cla.s.s at that time, but one of the instructors can take it over--if holding cla.s.ses will be possible around here tomorrow," he said. "Now, if you gentlemen will pardon me, I think I"ll go home and get some sleep."

Weill came up to the apartment with him. He mixed a couple of drinks and they went into the living room with them.

"Just in case you don"t know what you"ve gotten yourself into," Weill said, "this Hauserman isn"t any ordinary couch-pilot; he"s the state psychiatrist. If he gets the idea you aren"t sane, he can commit you to a hospital, and I"ll bet that"s exactly what Whitburn had in mind when he suggested him. And I don"t trust this man Dacre. I thought he was on our side, at the start, but that was before your friends got into the act." He frowned into his drink. "And I don"t like the way that Intelligence major was acting, toward the last. If he thinks you know something you are not supposed to, a mental hospital may be his idea of a good place to put you away."

"You don"t think this man Hauserman would allow himself to be influenced ...? No. You just don"t think I"m sane. Do you?"

"I know what Hauserman"ll think. He"ll think this future history business is a cla.s.sical case of systematized schizoid delusion. I wish I"d never gotten into this case. I wish I"d never even heard of you!