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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION lead to something else; you got no blink of the eye or swift glance to one side that might indicate that the person being questioned had thought of something and then, at the last moment, decided not to go any further. With a psychoprobe you got objective and not subjective or intuitive answers, and Kristofr was accordingly very pleased with himself for having gone about things in the way he had. For he had realised that if Jaksn had been involved with the Heresy League in any way he would have cither taken his wife completely into his con- fidence or else—and this was far more likely—excluded her altogether. And a woman excluded from her husband’s inner life tends to want to . know why she is being so excluded, and to make some investigations accordingly. The Van Klark MaskAlin 90b appeared to work twice as well as a_ psychoprobe, Kristofr mused as he leaned forward yet again and clasped Mrs. Jaksn’s small plump hand within his own. ““You’ve been a great help to us, Mrs. . . . Well, since we’ve 34 really become such friends P’m sure you won’t mind if I call you Ena.” She blinked. The voice was really so similar. ““I—of course I don’t mind. I’m glad to have been able to help.” He checked through the facts in his mind. Jaksn had made numerous journeys out of Lundn, their frequency increasing over the last few months. Jaksn’s wife had once heard him give visor directions to a turbocar hire firm about a trip he intended to make to the south-west of the country, but had pre- viously told his wife that he was going to Durum to attend a scientific mecting. She thought an old school riend of her husband’s lived in the south-west, an old school friend who had also taken up neuro-physics and whose name was Dr. PEtr MikLsn—probably a fake name; check with Jaksn’s Academy records for student of similar age leaving to specialise in neuro-physics. Then there was the fact of Jaksn’s frequent nights away from home, when he had comiclooks.corn