u went right to
the top there, didn't you?"

"Tried to," said Holati Tate. "It's a good idea when you want real
service. They told me to stay calm and to say nothing to you. An expert
would be shipped out promptly."

"Was he?"

"Yes."

Trigger's eyes narrowed a little. "Same old hypno-spray treatment?"

"Right," said Commissioner Tate. "He came, sprayed, investigated. Then
he told me to stay calm, and went off looking puzzled."

"Puzzled?" she said.

"If I hadn't known before that experts come in all grades," the
Commissioner said, "I'd know it now. That first one they sent was just
sharp enough to realize there might be something involved in the case he
wasn't getting. But that was all."

Trigger was silent a moment. "So there've been more of those
investigations I don't know about!" she observed, her voice taking on an
edge.

"Uh-huh," the Commissioner said cautiously.

"How many?"

"Seven."

Trigger flushed, straightened up, eyes blazing, and pronounced a very
unladylike word.

"Excuse me," she added a moment later. "I got carried away."

"Perfectly all right," said the Commissioner.

"I've been getting just a bit fed up anyway," Trigger went on, voice and
color still high, "with people knocking me for a loop one way or another
whenever they happen to feel like it!"

"Don't blame you a bit," he said.

"And please don't think I don't appreciate your calling in all those
experts. I do. It's just their sneaky, underhanded, secretive methods I
don't go for!"

"Exactly how I feel about it," said the Commissioner.

Trigger stared at him suspiciously. "You're a pretty sneaky type
yourself!" she said. "Well, excuse the blowup, Holati. They probably had
some reason for it. Have they found out anything at all with all the
spraying and investigating?"

"Oh, yes. They seem to have made considerable progress. The last report
I had from them--about a month ago--shows that the original amnesia has
been completely resolved."

Trigger looked surprised. "If it's been resolved," she said reasonably,
"why don't I remember what happened?"

"You aren't supposed to become conscious of it before the final
interview--I don't know the reason for that. But the memory is available
now. On tap, so to speak. They'll give you a cue, and then you'll
remember it."

"Just like that, eh?" She paused. "So the Psychology Service is
Whatzzit."

"Whatzzit?" said the Commissioner.

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