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didn't use my mental powers to start your wheel of if going until it had made
a half-turn, and then stop it. With another man's mind in the bishop's body,
it ought to be easy to prove the bishop daft; in any event his inflowing would
be destroyed. But as you know, it didn't work out quite that way. You
seemingly aren't in anybody's custody. So you'll have to do something to get
me out."
Park leaned forward and fixed Noggle with the bishop's fish-pale eyes. He said
harshly: "You know, Noggle, I admire you. For a guy who robs his hospital, and
then to get out of it goes and starts fourteen men's minds spinning around,
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ruining their lives and maybe driving some of them crazy or to self-killing,
you have more gall than a barn rat. You sit there and tell me, one of your
victims, that I'll have to do something to get you out. Why, damn your lousy
little soul, if you ever do get out I'll give you a case of lumps that'll make
you think somebody dropped a mountain on you!"
Noggle paled a bit. "Then then you weren't a churchman in your own world?"
"Hell, no! My business was putting lice like you in jail. And I still ock to
be able to do that here, with what you so kindly told me just now."
Noggle swallowed as this sank in. "But you promised "
Park laughed unpleasantly. "Sure I did. I never let a little thing like a
promise to a crook keep me awake nights."
"But you want to get back, don't you? And I'm the only one who can send you
back, and you'll have to get me out of here before I can do anything "
"There is that," said Park thoughtfully. "But I don't know. Maybe I'll like it
here when I get used to it. I
can always have the fun of coming around here every sixth day and giving you
the horse-laugh."
"You're a devil!"
Park laughed again. "Thanks. You thought you'd get some poor bewildered dimwit
in Scoglund's body, didn't you? Well, you'll learn just how wrong you were."
He stood up. "I'll let you stay here a while more as Dr. Borup's prize looney.
Maybe when you've been taken down a peg we can talk business.
Meanwhile, you might form a club with those other five guys on your wheel. You
could leave notes around for each other to find. So long, Dr. Svengali!"
Ten minutes later Park was in Borup's office, with a bland episcopal smile on
his face. He asked Borup, apropos of nothing in particular, a lot of questions
about the rules involving commitment and release of inmates.
"Nay," said Edwy Borup firmly. "We could uh parole a patient in your care only
if he were rick most of the time. Those that are wrong most of the time, like
poor Dr. Noggle, have to stay here."
It was all very definite. But Park had known lots of people who were just as
definite until pressure was brought to bear on them from the right quarter.
* * *
The nearer the Sunday service came, the colder became Allister Park's feet.
Which, for such an aggressive, self-confident man, was peculiar. But when he
thought of all the little details, the kneeling and getting up again, the
facing this way and that . . . He telephoned Cooley at the cathedral. He had,
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a cold, and would Cooley handle everything but the sermon? "Surely, Hallow,
surely. The Lord will see to it that you're fully restored soon, I hope. I'll
say a special prayer for you . . ."
It was also time, Park thought, to take Monkey-face into his confidence. He
told him all, whereat
Dunedin's eyes grew very large. "Now, old boy," said Park briskly, "if you
ever want to get your master back into his own body, you'll have to help me
out. For instance, here's that damned sermon. I'm going to read it, and you'll
correct my pronunciation and gestures."
Sunday afternoon, Park returned wearily to the bishop's house. The sermon had
gone off easily enough;
but then he'd had to greet hundreds of people he didn't know, as if they were
old friends. And he'd had to parry scores of questions about his absence. He
had, he thought, earned a drink.
"A highball?" asked Dunedin. "What's that?"
Park explained. Dunedin looked positively shocked. "But Thane P I mean Hallow,
isn't it bad for your insides to drink such cold stuff?"
"Never mind my insides! I'll hullo, who's that?"
Dunedin answered the doorbell, and reported that a Th. Figgis wanted to see
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the bishop. Park said to show him in. There was something familiar about that
name. The man himself was tall, angular, and grim-looking. As soon as Dunedin
had gone, he leaned forward and hissed dramatically: "I've got you now, Bishop
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didn't use my mental powers to start your wheel of if going until it had made
a half-turn, and then stop it. With another man's mind in the bishop's body,
it ought to be easy to prove the bishop daft; in any event his inflowing would
be destroyed. But as you know, it didn't work out quite that way. You
seemingly aren't in anybody's custody. So you'll have to do something to get
me out."
Park leaned forward and fixed Noggle with the bishop's fish-pale eyes. He said
harshly: "You know, Noggle, I admire you. For a guy who robs his hospital, and
then to get out of it goes and starts fourteen men's minds spinning around,
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ruining their lives and maybe driving some of them crazy or to self-killing,
you have more gall than a barn rat. You sit there and tell me, one of your
victims, that I'll have to do something to get you out. Why, damn your lousy
little soul, if you ever do get out I'll give you a case of lumps that'll make
you think somebody dropped a mountain on you!"
Noggle paled a bit. "Then then you weren't a churchman in your own world?"
"Hell, no! My business was putting lice like you in jail. And I still ock to
be able to do that here, with what you so kindly told me just now."
Noggle swallowed as this sank in. "But you promised "
Park laughed unpleasantly. "Sure I did. I never let a little thing like a
promise to a crook keep me awake nights."
"But you want to get back, don't you? And I'm the only one who can send you
back, and you'll have to get me out of here before I can do anything "
"There is that," said Park thoughtfully. "But I don't know. Maybe I'll like it
here when I get used to it. I
can always have the fun of coming around here every sixth day and giving you
the horse-laugh."
"You're a devil!"
Park laughed again. "Thanks. You thought you'd get some poor bewildered dimwit
in Scoglund's body, didn't you? Well, you'll learn just how wrong you were."
He stood up. "I'll let you stay here a while more as Dr. Borup's prize looney.
Maybe when you've been taken down a peg we can talk business.
Meanwhile, you might form a club with those other five guys on your wheel. You
could leave notes around for each other to find. So long, Dr. Svengali!"
Ten minutes later Park was in Borup's office, with a bland episcopal smile on
his face. He asked Borup, apropos of nothing in particular, a lot of questions
about the rules involving commitment and release of inmates.
"Nay," said Edwy Borup firmly. "We could uh parole a patient in your care only
if he were rick most of the time. Those that are wrong most of the time, like
poor Dr. Noggle, have to stay here."
It was all very definite. But Park had known lots of people who were just as
definite until pressure was brought to bear on them from the right quarter.
* * *
The nearer the Sunday service came, the colder became Allister Park's feet.
Which, for such an aggressive, self-confident man, was peculiar. But when he
thought of all the little details, the kneeling and getting up again, the
facing this way and that . . . He telephoned Cooley at the cathedral. He had,
he said, Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter,
http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
a cold, and would Cooley handle everything but the sermon? "Surely, Hallow,
surely. The Lord will see to it that you're fully restored soon, I hope. I'll
say a special prayer for you . . ."
It was also time, Park thought, to take Monkey-face into his confidence. He
told him all, whereat
Dunedin's eyes grew very large. "Now, old boy," said Park briskly, "if you
ever want to get your master back into his own body, you'll have to help me
out. For instance, here's that damned sermon. I'm going to read it, and you'll
correct my pronunciation and gestures."
Sunday afternoon, Park returned wearily to the bishop's house. The sermon had
gone off easily enough;
but then he'd had to greet hundreds of people he didn't know, as if they were
old friends. And he'd had to parry scores of questions about his absence. He
had, he thought, earned a drink.
"A highball?" asked Dunedin. "What's that?"
Park explained. Dunedin looked positively shocked. "But Thane P I mean Hallow,
isn't it bad for your insides to drink such cold stuff?"
"Never mind my insides! I'll hullo, who's that?"
Dunedin answered the doorbell, and reported that a Th. Figgis wanted to see
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the bishop. Park said to show him in. There was something familiar about that
name. The man himself was tall, angular, and grim-looking. As soon as Dunedin
had gone, he leaned forward and hissed dramatically: "I've got you now, Bishop
Scoglund! What are you going to do about it?" [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]