Part 18 (1/2)

”Ah now, please,” he said abruptly. ”My wife is not accustomed to such language, nor is my daughter, although my son and the twins probably know enough definitions to make them angry. This is an impa.s.se, Mr.

Cornell, and it behooves all of us to be extremely polite to one another. For one wrong move and you'll fire; this will mean complete chaos for all of us. One wrong word from you and someone of us will take offense, which will be equally fatal. Now, let's all stand quietly and talk this over.”

”What's to talk over?” I demanded.

”A truce. Or call it an armistice.”

”Do go on.”

He looked at his family, and I followed his gaze. Miss Macklin was leaning against the wall with a look of concentrated interest. Her elder brother Fred was standing alert and ready but not quite poised for a leap. Mrs. Macklin had a motherly-looking smile on her face which for some unknown reason she was aiming at me in a disarming manner. The twins were standing close together, both of them puzzled-looking. I wondered whether they were esper or telepath (twins are always the same when they're identical, and opposite when fraternal). The thing that really bothered me was their att.i.tude They all seemed to look at me as though I were a poor misguided individual who had unwittingly tromped on their toes after having fallen in among bad company. They reminded me of the Harrisons, who looked and sounded so sympathetic when I'd gone out there seeking Catherine.

A fine bunch to trust! First they swipe my girl and erase all traces of her; then when I go looking they offer me help and sympathy for my distress. The right hand giveth and the left hand taketh away, yeah!

I hated them all, yet I am not a hero-type. I wanted the whole Highways in Hiding rolled up like an old discarded corridor carpet, with every Mekstrom on Earth rolled up in it. But even if I'd been filled to the scuppers with self-abnegation in favor of my fellow man, I could not have pulled the trigger and started the shambles. For instead of blowing the whole thing wide open because of a batch of bodies, the survivors would have enough savvy to clean up the mess before our bodies got cold, and the old Highways crowd would be doing business at the same old stand. Without, I might add, without the minor nuisance that people call Steve Cornell.

What I really wanted was to find Catherine.

And then it came to me that what I really wanted second of all was to possess a body of Mekstrom Flesh, to be a physical superman.

”Suppose,” said Miss Macklin unexpectedly, ”that it is impossible?”

”Impossible?” I roared. ”What have you got that I haven't got?”

”Mekstrom's Disease,” replied Miss Macklin quietly.

”Fine,” I sneered. ”So how do I go out and get it?”

”You'll get it naturally--or not at all,” she said.

”Now see here--” I started off, but Mr. Macklin stopped me with an upraised hand.

”Mr. Cornell,” he said, ”we are in the very awkward position of trying to convince a man that his preconceived notion is incorrect. We can produce no direct evidence to support our statement. All we can do is to tell you that so far as we know, and as much as we know about Mekstrom's Disease, no one has ever contracted the infection artificially.”

”And how can I believe you?”

”That's our awkward position. We cannot show you anything that will support our statement. We can profess the att.i.tudes of honesty, truth, honor, good-will, altruism, and every other word that means the same thing. We can talk until doomsday and nothing will be said.”

”So where is all this getting us?” I asked.

”I hope it is beginning to cause your mind to doubt the preconceived notion,” he said. ”Ask yourself why any outfit such as ours would deliberately show you evidence.”

”I have it and it does not make sense.”

He smiled. ”Precisely. It does not.”

Fred Macklin interrupted, ”Look, Dad, why are we bothering with all this guff?”

”Because I have hopes that Mr. Cornell can be made to see our point, to join, as it were, our side.”

”Fat chance,” I snapped.

”Please, I'm your elder and not at all inclined to waste my time. You came here seeking information and you shall have it. You will not believe it, but it will, I hope, fill in some blank spots after you have had a chance to compare, sort, and use your own logic on the problem. As a mechanical engineer, you are familiar with the line of reasoning that we non-engineering people call Occam's Razor?”