"No, Mr. Kelly, there is not."
"Get out, and don't scare me like that again." George told him.
I didn't get it. I said so: "George, I don't get it. I read my mother's thoughts, and for that matter, Fred Plaice's thoughts, too. That's why I asked you not to give him my job. I swear to you I can read thoughts."
"So?"
"If I know I'm a telepath, Carol should be able to read the thought that I know it," I protested.
"You're like me," George Kelly said. "You automatically close your mind in the presence of a telepath. It's pure reflex now. Carol couldn't read a thing because you clammed your thoughts the instant he walked in."
"That was then!" I yelled at him. "Before my psi powers became manifest. You know that a telepath can't close his mind! Why couldn't Carol read my thoughts?"
Well, George thought, he couldn't read mine either, could he?
No, I thought. He couldn't. He ... George! my mind shrieked at him.
Somebody kicked the props out from under my world. George Kelly was a snake!