"What does that mean?" Malley asked.
"I don't know," Cercy puzzled. "He was always interested in folklore."
"Sounds schizophrenic," the psychiatrist said.
Cercy read it again. "'Upon further consideration, I can see that Chaos and the Gorgon Medusa are closely related.'" He stared at it. "Isn't it possible," he asked Malley, "that he was trying to give us a clue? Trying to trick himself into giving and not giving at the same time?"
"It's possible," Malley agreed. "An unsuccessful compromise—But what could it mean?"
"Chaos." Cercy remembered Darrig's mentioning that word in his telephone call. "That was the original state of the Universe in Greek myth, wasn't it? The formlessness out of which everything came?"
"Something like that," Malley said. "And Medusa was one of those three sisters with the horrible faces."
Cercy stood for a moment, staring at the paper. Chaos ... Medusa ... and the organizing principle! Of course!
"I think—" He turned and ran from the room. Malley looked at him; then loaded a hypodermic and followed.