"If I knew, I wouldn't care. Your electronic gadgets impress me as being rather juvenile."
Huth bowed.
"Perhaps because you do not understand them, Dr. Brill."
The warning in his voice was clear. He turned sharply on his heel, motioned his men out of the room and left, shutting the door quietly.
With breakfast, the tubicular delivered a metal-backed manuscript that bore the scholarly title: "Genetics and Psi, with an Evaluation of Three Case Histories as Compiled from Earth Records."
Nina glanced at the title across the breakfast tray, then shifted her chair beside Lucifer's.
"I'd better read that, too," she said. "Maybe it will tell us something about our own genetics experiment."
Lucifer pursed his lips in disapproval at her frankness, but he held the manuscript so that both could study it. The introduction began:
"After studying the incidence of psi on Earth, we felt that the genetics approach should receive considerable concentration of effort. Our chemists, biochemists and physicists are naturally continuing their experimentation, but the geneticists seem to promise the maximum results in the minimum amount of time. If psi can be explained, understood and propagated through genetics, it can no longer be mis-nomered 'extra-sensory'. It will become no more 'extra-sensory' than sense of direction, sense of time and, in the case of musical aptitude, such component primary senses as sense of absolute pitch, sense of intensity, sense of harmony, sense of rhythm and sense of tonal memory. Thousands of tests have indicated that these musical senses may have an hereditary base."