I sat on the edge of the bed. I could see he wouldn’t let it go, so I thought we might as well have it out.
“Give me a retake,” I said.
“This is what I think’s happened,” Ansell said. “Quintl has separated the good and bad in Myra and has put each of these components into materialized form. The form naturally follows the original pattern. So we have two Myras, both of them exactly alike, but one has all the good qualities that a human being possesses while the other has all the bad ones. Now, do you understand?”
“It’s crazy,” I said, hating every bit of this.
Ansell shook his head, “It isn’t, if you know about these things. If I told you that the dog would talk, you wouldn’t have believed it. Now, you admit you accept it as a fact.”
“Yeah,” I said, thinking again of what happened last night. “So you really think she can become two people or rather possess two different bodies when she wants to?”
“I think so. Perhaps not when she wants to, but when she’s not aware of what’s happening and is off her guard. Let’s put it that way.”
“That would account for what happened last night. They’ve become one again.”
“But what has the other one been doing?”
“That’s something we’ve got to find out. That’s where Myra’s danger lies.”