e. The jar didn't seem to bother it any. It,
too, began to creep across the rug toward the door.

I opened the door for them. Sara looked up. She saw the two cylinders
come into view, moving under their own power.

"Here we go again," she said, resignedly.

The two cylinders pushed themselves over the door sill, got clear
outside my office. Then they went inert. Both Sara and I tried nudging
them, poking them. They just lay there; mission accomplished. I carried
them back inside my office and lay them on the floor. Immediately both
of them began to head for the door again.

"Simple," Sara said dryly, "they just can't stand to be in the same room
with you, that's all."

"You're not just whistling, gal," I answered. "That's the whole point."

"Have I said something clever?" she asked seriously.

I took the cylinders back into my office and put them in a desk drawer.
I watched the desk for a while, but it didn't change position.
Apparently it was too heavy for the weak force activating the cylinders.

I picked up the phone and called Old Stone Face. I told him about the
cylinders.

"There!" he exclaimed with satisfaction. "I knew all that fellow needed
was a good old-fashioned talking to. Some day, my boy, you'll realize
that you still have a lot to learn about handling men."

"Yes, sir," I answered.

* * * * *

Sara asked me if I were ready to start seeing people, and I told her I
wasn't, that I had some thinking to do. She quipped something about
making the world wait, meaning that I should be occupying my time with
personnel managing, and closed the door.

At that, Old Stone Face had a point. If he hadn't got in and riled
things up, maybe the Swami would not have been emotionally upset enough
to generate the psi force which had activated these new cylinders.

What was I saying? That psi was linked with emotional upheaval? Well,
maybe. Not necessarily, but Rhine had proved that strength of desire had
an effect upon the frequency index of telekinesis. Was there anything at
all we knew about psi, so that we could start cataloguing, sketching in
the beginnings of a pattern? Yes, of course there was.

First, it existed. No one could dismiss the mountainous mass of evidence
unless he just refused to think about the subject.

Second, we could, in time, know what it was and how it worked. You'd
have to give up the entire basis of scientific attitude if you didn't
admit that.