“But—”
“What I want to know,” Burris said, “is why you came here, to my home? And in spite of everything you’ve said, that hasn’t been tied down.”
Malone frowned. After a second’s thought he said, “Well.... All I know is that it just seemed obvious. That’s all.”
“Indeed it is,” Sir Lewis said. “But one of the things we’ll have to teach you, my boy, is how to distinguish between a deduction from observed fact and a psionic intuition. You’ve been confusing them for some years now.”
“I have?” Malone said.
“Sure you have,” Burris said. “And, what’s more—”
“Well, he’s no worse than you are, Andrew,” Lou said.
Burris turned. “Me?” he said in a voice of withering scorn.
“Certainly,” Lou said. “After all, you’ve never really become used to mixtures of thought and speech. And, what’s more, you’ve been using telepathy so long that when you try to communicate with nothing but words you only confuse yourself.”
“And everybody else,” Sir Lewis added.