The psychologist nodded wearily. "For some time he has been working quietly, though with deep preoccupation, which I suppose is normal. Whether he has been pondering over the absence of that black limousine and its mythically inimical occupants, I cannot say."
"But what happened this time?"
"He has disappeared!"
Majors blinked. "Just like that?"
Dr. Pollard smiled and nodded. "Just like that!"
Majors thought for a moment. "We can locate him," he said uncertainly.
"No," Pollard said finally. "That will not do. The chances are very high that Carroll may have gone to his summer home."
"Well, let's find out."
"Let him alone. You underestimate the cleverness of the paranoid. He will detect any surveillance. It is my contention that Carroll may have had a glimmer of lucidity—that he may have been partially convinced of his error.
"Majors, there is only one way to cure a paranoid and that is to let him cure himself. Once his own evidence shows the truth, then he will believe. But until that time, all evidence either supports his theory or it is a canard produced by those who want to show him wrong."