logical techniques to it, and--"

"All right; that's what I wanted to know," he cut her off. "We're
getting out of here, right away."

"But where?"

"Ghamma, in an airboat I have outside, and then back to the First
Level. Unless there's a paratime-transposition conveyor somewhere
nearer."

"But why, Vall? I'm not ready to go back; I have a lot of work to do here,
yet. They're getting ready to set up a series of control-experiments at the
Institute, and then, I'm in the middle of an experiment, a
two-hundred-subject memory-recall experiment. See, I distributed two
hundred sets of equipment for my new technique--injection-ampoules of this
_zerfa_-derivative drug, and sound records of the hypnotic suggestion
formula, which can be played on an ordinary reproducer. It's just a crude
variant of our hypno-mech process, except that instead of implanting
information in the subconscious mind, to be brought at will to the level of
consciousness, it works the other way, and draws into conscious knowledge
information already in the subconscious mind. The way these people have
always done has been to put the subject in an hypnotic trance and then
record verbal statements made in the trance state; when the subject comes
out of the trance, the record is all there is, because the memories of past
reincarnations have never been in the conscious mind. But with my process,
the subject can consciously remember everything about his last
reincarnation, and as many reincarnations before that as he wishes to. I
haven't heard from any of the people who received these auto-recall kits,
and I really must--"

"Dalla, I don't want to have to pull Paratime Police authority on you,
but, so help me, if you don't come back voluntarily with me, I will.
Security of the secret of paratime transposition."

"Oh, my eye!" Dalla exclaimed. "Don't give me that, Vall!"

"Look, Dalla. Suppose you get discarnated here," Verkan Vall said.
"You say reincarnation is a scientific fact. Well, you'd reincarnate
on this sector, and then you'd take a memory-recall, under hypnosis.
And when you did, the paratime secret wouldn't be a secret any more."

"Oh!" Dalla's hand went to her mouth in consternation. Like every
paratimer, she was conditioned to shrink with all her being from the
mere thought of revealing to any out-time dweller the secret ability
of her race to pass to other time-lines, or even the existence of
alternate lines of probability. "And if I took o