Lindsay nodded. "You're thinking of some sort of amplifier system?"
Garrard nodded.
"I doubt it," said Lindsay.
Lacy looked up and shook his head. "It would have to be gentle," he said. "According to what I've heard, the guy who's doing the transmitting is clearly and actually aware of every transmitted thought that is correctly collected by the receiver. Couple a determined will to transmit with certain knowledge of reception, and then tell me how to read a mind that is one, unwilling; and two, unaware." Lacy snorted. "Seems to me we're getting thick on this." He arose and left, slowly.
Lacy wandered into the galley and spoke to Jenna. "Mind?"
"Not at all," she said brightly.
"I need a bit of relaxation," he said. "We've had too many hours of solid worry over this thing."
She put a hand on his shoulder. "Tom," she said, "you're all to bits. Why don't you quit?"
"Quit?" he said dully. "Look, Jenna, I quit a long time ago. Fact of the matter is, there's not one of us but won't kill ourselves as soon as the need for us is over. Excepting you and Ralph. You—have one another to live for. We—have nothing."