es. Well, get set for a shock: I
represent an organization of Psis--an organization devoted to
protecting Stigma cases from Normal society, an organization devoted
to establishing discipline among Psis so that our conflicts with
Normals are kept to a reasonable minimum."

"And you call this a Lodge?" Mary Hall said. "What's its full name?"

"No other," I said. "It's ... well, it's a sort of benevolent and
protective order. It's as secret as Psis can make anything--a select
group."

"I'll bet," Keys sneered. "No TP's in it," he said, reminding me that
telepaths can't close their minds to the peeping of other TP's.

"Unfortunately, none," I agreed. "We are getting ready, however, to
extend membership beyond the TK's, CV's and HC's who are now
enrolled."

"I don't believe it," Mary said. "There aren't any other
hallucinators!"

"None foolish enough to reveal it," I conceded. "You had to louse us
up there--I wonder if any other Stigma power is as feared by Normals?
Certainly they're making a Roman circus over you."

Elmer stood up. "Ah've had enough," he said.

"One thing," I said to him. "The Lodge has a rule that no Psi may use
his powers to the detriment of a Normal, or reveal the existence of
the Lodge. Our discipline is formidable, Elmer. Remember what I say."

* * * * *

Keys was frowning in thought. "Wait a minute, Elmer," he said. "Let me
try this one on him for size." He turned to me. "Are you trying to
tell me that you are a part of this Lodge, Maragon?"

"I'm their counsel," I said.

"A Normal?" he demanded. "It would make sense for Psis to get
together--I've often wondered why it has never worked out more
formally than it has. But to trust a Normal to represent them? Never!"

I grinned at him. "Know any attorneys with the Stigma?" I demanded. "I
know darned well you don't. The Bar Association screens every would-be
lawyer from the moment he enters law school. No, sir. The Lodge had no
choice. They picked on me as an attorney sympathetic with Stigma
Troubles, and trustworthy."

"You make it sound good," Keys admitted. "But then I know you are a
liar." He looked over at Mary Hall. "Although you can prove different
if you're able."

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Tell me how you knew Mary hadn't used sleight of hand in Lindstrom's
laboratory," he demanded.

There was nothing I could say. I bit down on my teeth. Well, I had
decided to shoot the wad if I had to. He