Reluctantly I came back to his desk and looked down at the back of the top card. "Heart," I said dully. I hit ten in a row for him. The spade was on top four times, the heart six times.
"And was that on the level?" I asked.
He scowled at me and chewed his thin lips. "Yeah," he said.
"That settles it," I said, sagging back into my seat. "I'm a snake. A rotten PC!"
"Don't you believe it!" Wally growled, lunging out of his chair. He started to pace back and forth across the office, his chin stuck way out ahead of him as he prowled. "I don't know what you are, Tex," he declared. "But you're no PC!"
"I'm a Normal after all!" I gasped, feeling a surge of blessed relief.
He swiped at the air with a hand. "Don't be silly!" he snapped. "You've got a psi power so incredible that—" He whirled on me while I died for good.
"You explain it," he insisted. "After your lovely Dr. King flew out of here, I shuffled the cards ten times under the desk, and you hit ten in a row, right?"
"Right." Dismally.
"I cheated on the shuffle," he told me. "I used TK to make sure that I put the two of spades on top all ten times."