Yesterday he had been brilliant—working on a problem that had stumped the technicians for thirty years. Today he was not quite bright, denying his brilliance with a vicious refusal to help. He remembered nothing of his work, obviously.
"You know what the Lawson Radiation is?"
"No," came the instant reply but a slight twinge of pain-syndrome crossed his face.
"You do not want to remember because you think you will have to go back to the Lawson Lab?"
"I—don't know it—" faltered James Forrest Carroll. It was obviously a lie.
"If I promise that you will never be asked about it?"
"No," said Carroll uneasily. Then with the first burst of real intelligence he had shown since his stumbling body had been picked up by the Terran Police, Carroll added, "You cannot stop me from thinking about it."
"Then you do know it?"
Carroll relapsed instantly. "No," he said sullenly.
Dr. Pollard nodded. "Tomorrow?" he pleaded.