p."

Glaring hotly, he relaxed.

"I saved your life," Julia said. "Don't forget that. You could thank
me."

"You had a reason then. You're a traitor. You had your reasons to."

She slipped to the end of the bed. Gently she unlaced his shoes and
slipped them off.

His face purpled with impotent anger.

She peeled off his socks.

Then, one by one, Julia compared the footprints on the birth
certificates with Walt's feet.

Hot tears of defeat brimmed up within Walt; indignant rage filled his
eyes.

Julia turned to put the birth certificates back on the dresser.

None of them corresponded to his prints.

* * * * *

Walt wanted to bite down on something. He gritted his teeth. Then, as
Julia was turning away from him, he felt once again the weird blending
of his mind with Calvin's. He realized that it was some exclusive power
given to Calvin that caused the blending: he was not even any longer a,
a Lyrian!

Joy vibrated in his body. Drawing on the new power in his mind, he
hurled a picture from the wall at the back of Julia's unprotected head.

She half turned. The heavy wooden frame hit her in the temple. With a
little despairing sigh of surprise she sank to the carpet.

I'll kill her this time, Walt thought. He displaced the binding from his
right hand.

And Calvin's mind withdrew.

Walt tried desperately to tear loose his other hand; the knot would not
yield. He tried to reach Julia. He tried to reach something to throw at
Julia. He could not. He let out a roar of baffled rage.

Julia was struggling to her feet.

Standing uncertainly, she shook her head. Her eyes cleared. She let out
her breath. The recuperative powers of a mutant were in action. "That
was an awful wallop," she said calmly. "How did you manage it?"

Walt said nothing.

Julia wrinkled her forehead. Her mind was steady and alert. "I felt
another mind just before I turned. Someone called Calvin, wasn't it?"

Walt was sweating. _How smart is she? Can she guess everything?_

"Somehow he gains rapport with you." Her fingers tapped restlessly on
the dresser top. "If you could maintain contact with his mind all the
time, you would; that's obvious, isn't it? He must make contact with
yours, then. You don't know just when he's going to contact you, do
you?"

Walt licked his lips.

"He must be abnormal. A normal mutant couldn't do that. I'll have to
find some way to seal his mind off from yours, I guess.