"Maybe," I agreed. "But no TK can do it if Smythe can't. Have you tried a PC?"
Simonetti grabbed a piece of the heavens in rage. "No!" he yelled in his loud whisper. "None of your crystal-ball witches in here!"
I knew how he felt. PC's give me the colly-wobbles, too.
"What's the matter with precognition?" I asked him. "If this crook has got you stuck, Rose is right. Only Psi force will get you out of this jam. If you know in advance where this operator is going to hit you, you can nail him. There's a dozen techniques."
Peno Rose looked at me from under lowered brows. "Are you a PC, Lefty?" he asked me.
"No," I said shortly. The Lodge had proved that several times, in spite of my strong feelings that I had flashes of precognition. Why should I resent not having PC? How many Psi personalities have more than one power? Not many. And as for precognition, as Simonetti said, more than their fair share is possessed by wild-looking women. Like Sniffles, I thought suddenly.
"Well," Rose said, turning back to his partner. "Let Sime and me talk it over. Maybe we should get a PC."
"Nuts," Simonetti told him.
"I'll think it over, too," I said. "See you tomorrow." I turned to go. Simonetti and Smythe followed me out, each for his own reasons, I guess, leaving Rose behind in the cube of glass on the roof, looking like he was going to turn belly-up and take a bite out of the PBX on his desk.