Part 2 (1/2)

[Ill.u.s.tration]

”Then,” the professor said, in a tenser voice, ”you think it might be dangerous. You think you might be hurt, or that things might not work out right, or--”

”Gee,” Charley said, ”I never thought of anything like that, professor.

I know you wouldn't want to hurt me.”

”I certainly wouldn't,” Professor Lightning said. ”I want to help you. I want to make you normal. Like everybody else.”

”Sure,” Charley said uncomfortably.

”Then you'll do it,” Professor Lightning said. ”I knew you would, Charley. It's a great opportunity. And I offered it to you because you--”

”Gee, I know,” Charley said, feeling more uncomfortable than ever. ”And don't think I don't appreciate it. But look at it my way, professor.” He paused. ”Suppose I had two arms--just like everybody else, the way you tell me. What would happen to me?”

”Happen?” Professor Lightning blinked. ”Why, Charley ... why, you could do anything you liked. Anything. You'd have the same opportunities as anybody else. You could be ... well, my boy, you could be anything.”

”Could I?” Charley said. ”Excuse me for talking about this, professor, but I've had a lot of time to think about it. And it's all sort of new to you. I mean, you weren't born the way I was, and so you just don't understand it.”

Professor Lightning said: ”But, my boy--”

”No.” Charley said. ”Let me explain this. Because it's important.” He cleared his throat, sat down on the ground and fumbled for a cigarette.

He found one in his s.h.i.+rt pocket, carried it to his lips with his right foot, and lit a match with his left. When he was smoking easily, he went on.

”Professor, do you know how old I am?” he said. ”I'm forty-two years old. Maybe I don't look it, but that's how old I am. Now, I've spent all my life learning to do one thing, and I do a pretty good job of it.

Anyhow, good enough to get me a spot with Wrout's show, and probably with anybody else I wanted to work for.”

”But your arms--?” the professor said.

”That's what I mean,” Charley said. ”I don't have any arms. I never had any. Maybe I miss 'em, a little--but everything I do is based on the fact that I don't have 'em. Now, professor, do you know what I am?”

Professor Lightning frowned. ”What you are?” he said.

”I'm an Armless Wonder,” Charley said. ”That's a pretty good thing to be. In a carny, they look up to an Armless Wonder--he's a freak, a born freak, and that's as high as you can go, in a carny. I get a good salary--I send enough to my mother and my sister, in Chicago, for them to live on. And I have what I need myself. I've got a job, professor, and standing, and respect.” He paused. ”Now, suppose I had arms. I'd have to start from scratch, all over again. I'd have to start from the bottom up, just learning the basic elements of any job I signed on for.

I'd be a forty-two-year-old man doing the work of an eighteen-year-old.

And not making much money. And not having much standing, or respect.”

Charley took the cigarette out of his mouth with his right foot, held it for a second and put it back.

”I'd be normal,” he said. ”I'd be just like everybody else, professor.

And what do I want anything like _that_ for?”

Professor Lightning tried everything, but it wasn't any good. ”Fame,” he said, and Charley pointed out, calmly and reasonably, that the kind of fame he'd get from being an experimental subject was just like being a freak, all over again--except that it would wear off, and then, he asked, where would he be? Professor Lightning talked about Man's Duty to Science, and Charley countered with Science's Duty to Man. Professor Lightning tried friends.h.i.+p, and argument, and even force--but nothing worked. Incredible as it seemed to the professor, Charley was content to remain a freak, an Armless Wonder. More, he seemed to be proud and happy about it.

It was too bad that the professor didn't think of the one argument that might have worked. In the long run, it wouldn't have made any difference, perhaps--but it would have cleared matters up, right there and then. Because the one workable argument had a good chance of succeeding.