s, they occurred on the opposite side. Having determined this,
she planned her course of action.

Near the end of her first month at work, she chose her time one day
when Childress was downtown, leaving her alone in the business office.
The afternoon classes were in full swing.

Taking along a filled-out order form as an excuse, Maya walked quickly
down the corridor that stretched across the front of the building.
Carefully and quietly, she pushed open the door at the extreme end of
the corridor--a little surprised, as a matter of fact, to find it
unlocked.

She was in another corridor, that struck straight back to the rear of
the building.

She hesitated. There were doors spaced all along both sides of this
corridor. Did she dare attempt to open one, on the chance that the room
behind it was unoccupied?

Then she saw that one door, a little way down, stood half open. Quietly
she walked down the hall, not quite to the door, but near enough to it
to be able to see a large area of the room behind it.

There were people in there. In the part she was able to see, there were
half a dozen students seated, and one of the instructors standing among
them. Fortunately, their backs were to her.

Whatever they were studying, it was not barbering. There was an
occasional murmur of voices, but she could not make out the words.

Then she saw! On the table at the front of the room, which the students
faced, there was a big barber's basin.

As she watched, the basin slowly raised off the table and moved upward a
few inches. No one was near it, but it floated there, quivering and
tilting a little, in the air. And then, from it, slowly, the water
itself came up in a weird fountain, moved completely free of the basin
and hung above it in the air, gradually assuming the form of a globe.

Telekinesis! This was a class in telekinesis! The students were
concentrating on the basin and water, and lifting them into the air by
the power of their minds.

This was indeed the heart of the rebel movement. She had found what she
sought.

"Aren't you where you shouldn't be, young lady?" asked a calm masculine
voice behind her.

Shocked, terrified, she whirled. A tall, handsome, dark-haired man she
had never seen before was standing there, observing her quizzically. His
pale eyes seemed to look through her and beyond her.

She forced herself to casual composure.

"I don't believe I've met you," she said. "Are you one of the
instructor