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The
Old
Ones
taught
him
well
.
He
stepped
toward
Berquist
;
the
gun
swung
to
cover
him
.
Nevertheless
he
reached
out
-
and
Berquist
was
no
longer
there
.
Smith
turned
to
look
at
his
brother
.
Jill
put
a
hand
to
her
mouth
and
screamed
.
Smith
’
s
face
had
been
completely
blank
.
Now
it
became
tragically
forlorn
as
he
realized
that
he
must
have
chosen
wrong
action
at
the
cusp
.
He
looked
imploringly
at
Jill
and
began
to
tremble
.
His
eyes
rolled
up
;
he
slipped
slowly
down
to
the
grass
,
pulled
himself
tightly
into
a
foetal
ball
and
was
motionless
.
Jill
’
s
own
hysteria
cut
off
as
if
she
had
thrown
a
switch
.
The
change
was
an
indoctrinated
reflex
:
here
was
a
patient
who
needed
her
;
she
had
no
time
for
her
own
emotions
,
no
time
even
to
worry
or
wonder
about
the
two
men
who
had
disappeared
.
She
dropped
to
her
knees
and
examined
Smith
.
She
could
not
detect
respiration
,
nor
could
she
find
a
pulse
;
she
pressed
an
ear
against
his
ribs
.
She
thought
at
first
that
heart
action
had
stopped
completely
,
but
,
after
a
long
time
,
she
heard
a
lazy
tub
-
dub
,
followed
in
four
or
five
seconds
by
another
.
The
condition
reminded
her
of
schizoid
withdrawal
,
but
she
had
never
seen
a
trance
so
deep
,
not
even
in
class
demonstrations
of
hypnoanesthesia
.
She
had
heard
of
such
deathlike
states
among
East
Indian
fakirs
but
she
had
never
really
believed
the
reports
.
Ordinarily
she
would
not
have
tried
to
rouse
a
patient
in
such
a
state
but
would
have
sent
for
a
doctor
at
once
.
But
these
were
not
ordinary
circumstances
.
Far
from
shaking
her
resolve
,
the
events
of
the
past
few
minutes
had
made
her
more
determined
than
ever
not
to
let
Smith
fall
back
into
the
hands
of
the
authorities
.
But
ten
minutes
of
trying
everything
she
knew
convinced
her
that
she
could
not
rouse
this
patient
with
means
at
hand
without
injuring
him
-
and
perhaps
not
even
then
.
Even
the
sensitive
,
exposed
nerve
in
the
elbow
gave
no
response
.
In
Ben
’
s
bedroom
she
found
a
battered
flight
case
,
almost
too
big
to
be
considered
hand
luggage
,
too
small
to
be
a
trunk
.
She
opened
it
,
found
it
packed
with
voicewriter
,
toilet
kit
,
a
complete
outfit
of
male
clothing
,
and
everything
else
that
a
busy
reporter
might
need
if
called
out
of
town
suddenly
-
even
to
a
licensed
audio
link
to
permit
him
to
patch
into
phone
service
wherever
he
might
be
.
Jill
reflected
that
the
presence
of
this
packed
bag
alone
tended
strongly
to
prove
that
Ben
’
s
absence
was
not
what
Kilgallen
thought
it
was
,
but
she
wasted
no
time
thinking
about
it
;
she
simply
emptied
the
bag
and
dragged
it
into
the
living
room
.
