“No. At first I was simply ashamed of it. I didn't want her to get the idea that I wasn't normal.”
“I see.”
“Now, as I tell you, I begin to think—I've told you that this walling off is an unconscious desire to forget something too painful to remember. It's practically always that. I can't go to her with just that, can I? I've got to know first what it is.”
“I'd begun to think there was an understanding between you.”
Dick faced him squarely.
“There is. I didn't intend it. In fact, I was trying to keep away from her. I didn't mean to speak to her until I'd cleared things up. But it happened anyhow; I suppose the way those things always happen.”
It was Walter Wheeler's own decision, finally, that he go to Norada with Dick as soon as David could be safely left. It was the letter which influenced him. Up to that he had viewed the situation with a certain detachment; now he saw that it threatened the peace of two households.
“It's a warning, all right.”
“Yes. Undoubtedly.”
“You don't recognize the name Bassett?”