Firestarter(28)

"All I am saying is that my opinion should carry some weight," Wanless said. He sounded tired this morning; his words were slow and furry. The twisted sneer on the left side of his mouth did not move as he spoke.

"I'm listening," Cap said.

"So far as I am able to tell, I am the only psychologist or medical man who still has your ear at all. Your people have become blinded by one thing and one thing only: what this man and this girl can mean to the security of America... and possibly to the future balance of power. From what we've been able to tell by following this McGee's backtrail, he is a kind of benign Rasputin. He can make..."

Wanless droned on, but Cap lost him temporarily. Benign Rasputin, he thought. Purple as the phrase was, he rather liked it. He wondered what Wanless would say if told the computer had issued one-in-four odds that McGee had sanctioned himself getting out of New York City. Probably would have been overjoyed. And if he had showed Wanless that strange bill? Probably have another stroke, Cap thought, and covered his mouth to hide a smile.

"It is the girl I am primarily worried about," Wanless told him for the twentieth? thirtieth? fiftieth? time. "McGee and Tomlinson marrying... a thousand-to-one chance. It should have been prevented at all costs. Yet who could have foreseen-"

"You were all in favor of it at the time," Cap said, and then added dryly, "I do believe you would have given the bride away if they'd asked you."

"None of us realized," Wanless muttered. "It took a stroke to make me see. Lot Six was nothing but a synthetic copy of a pituitary extract, after all... an incredibly powerful painkiller hallucinogen that we did not understand then and that we don't understand now. We know-or at least we are ninety-nine-percent sure-that the natural counterpart of this substance is responsible in some way for the occasional flashes of psi ability that nearly all human beings demonstrate from time to time. A surprisingly wide range of phenomena: precognition, telekinesis, mental domination, bursts of superhuman strength, temporary control over the sympathetic nervous system. Did you know that the pituitary gland becomes suddenly overactive in nearly all biofeedback experiments?"

Cap did. Wanless had told him this and all the rest times without number. But there was no need to answer; Wanless's rhetoric was in full fine flower this morning, the sermon well-launched. And Cap was disposed to listen... this one last time. Let the old man have his turn at bat. For Wanless, it was the bottom of the ninth.

"Yes, this is true," Wanless answered himself. "It's active in biofeedback, it's active in REM sleep, and people with damaged pituitaries rarely dream normally. People with damaged pituitaries have a tremendously high incidence of brain tumours and leukemia. The pituitary gland, Captain Hollister. It is, speaking in terms of evolution, the oldest endocrine gland in the human body. During early adolescence it dumps many times its own weight in glandular secretions into the bloodstream. It's a terribly important gland, a terribly mysterious gland. If I believed in the human soul, Captain Hollister, I would say it resides within the pituitary gland."

Cap grunted.

"We know these things," Wanless said, "and we know that Lot Six somehow changed the physical composition of the pituitary glands of those who participated in the experiment. Even that of your so-called "quiet one," James Richardson. Most importantly, we can deduce from the girl that it also changes the chromosome structure in some way... and that the change in the pituitary gland may be a genuine mutation."

"The X factor was passed on."

"No," Wanless said. "That is one of the many things you fail to grasp, Captain Hollister. Andrew McGee became an X factor in his post experiment life. Victoria Tomlinson became a Y factor-also affected, but not in the same way as her husband. The woman retained a low-threshold telekinetic power. The man retained a mid-level mental dominance ability. The little girl, though... the little girl, Captain Hollister... what is she? We don't really know. She is the Z factor."

"We intend to find out," Cap said softly.

Now both sides of Wanless's mouth sneered. "You intend to find out," he echoed. "Yes, if you persist, you certainly may... you blind, obsessive fools." He closed his eyes for a moment and put one hand over them. Cap watched him calmly.

Wanless said: "One thing you know already. She lights fires." "Yes." "You assume that she has inherited her mother's telekinetic ability. In fact, you strongly suspect it." "Yes." "As a very small child, she was totally unable to control these... these talents, for want of a better word..." "A small child is unable to control its bowels," Cap said, using one of the examples set forth in the extracta. "But as the child grows older-"

"Yes, yes, I am familiar with the analogy. But an older child may still have accidents."

Smiling, Cap answered, "We're going to keep her in a fireproof room."

"A cell."

Still smiling, Cap said, "If you prefer."

"I offer you this deduction," Wanless said. "She does not like to use this ability she has. She has been frightened of it, and this fright has been instilled in her quite deliberately. I will give you a parallel example. My brother's child. There were matches in the house. Freddy wanted to play with them. Light them and then shake them out. 'Pretty, pretty," he would say. And so my brother set out to make a complex. To frighten him so badly he would never play with the matches again. He told Freddy that the heads of the matches were sulfur and that they would make his teeth rot and fall out. That looking at struck matches would eventually blind him. And finally, he held Freddy's hand momentarily over a lit match and singed him with it.