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　〃If　I　never　see　you；　it　will　be　too　soon。　Go　away。〃
　〃Must　I　assume；　Doctor　Ratchett；　that　you　don't　like　me？〃
　〃You　will　be　well　within　the　limits　of　possibility；　Mister　Pelham；　if　you　assume　that　I　loathe　you。　Now　go　away　before　I　call　a　cop。　One　of　your　own　will　know　how　to　deal　with　you。〃
　Remo　turned　and　walked　away。　Ratchett　too　would　be　easy　if　the　call　came。　He　did　not　realize　that　someone　else　would　issue　the　call　for　Ratchett　before　CURE　did。
　
　CHAPTER　FOURTEEN
　
　Later　that　day；　the　staff　department　heads　of　Brewster　Forum　had　held　their　regular　weekly　meeting　in　Brewster's　office。　Dr。　Deborah　Hirshbloom　was　absent。
　Ferrante　was　talking　about　the　new　director　of　security。　〃So　basically；　he's　a　coward。　Terribly　afraid　of　pain。　Just　the　threat　of　the　electric　shock　produced　an　incredible　swing　hi　his　pulse　rate。〃
　He　sat　down。　Abram　Schulter's　chuckle　broke　the　silence。　〃Inadequate　data；　Professor　Ferrante。　Incorrect　analysis　of　the　inadequate　data。　Mr。　Pelham　is　fearless。　Cold　blooded！　In　brain　wave　analysis；　he　had　absolutely　no　reaction　to　any　of　the　external　stimuli。　None　at　all。〃
　〃Probably；〃　Ratchett　snarled；　〃you　failed　to　have　the　machine　plugged　in。　Did　either　of　you　consider　that　Pel…ham's　intelligence　is　probably　just　too　low　to　respond　adequately　to　stimuli　which　is　emotionally　charged；　but　also　intellectually　powerful？〃
　〃Is　that　your　feeling？〃　Boyle　asked。　〃That　Pelham　is　of　low　intelligence？〃
　〃Of　course；〃　Ratchett　said。　〃Isn't　it　obvious？　And　think　of　his　performance　out　in　the　courtyard　with　that　awful　gang。　Is　that　a　sign　of　intelligence？〃
　Boyle　smiled。　〃I　might　suggest　that　there　is　more　intelligence　involved　in　chasing　them　away　than　there　is　in　calling　them　here。〃
　Ratchett　flushed。　Boyle　went　on。　〃I　would　say　Mr。　Pelham's　intelligence　is　extremely　high。　He　is　also　very　devious　and　suspicious。　He　answers　a　question　with　a　question。　It's　a　yid　trick…excuse　me；　Abram…but　it's　also　the　sign　of　a　man　used　to　intellectual　sparing；　who　always　looks　for　a　quid　before　giving　away　a　quo。〃
　Nils　Brewster　listened　quietly　through　all　this；　sucking　on　his　pipe；　his　hands　resting　on　his　corpulent　stomach；　his　nose　encased　in　more　bandage　than　was　really　necessary。　If　Brewster　had　a　secret　for　his　success；　it　was　this：　his　ability　to　dominate　a　group；　keep　them　splintered　and　leaderless　and　unable　to　challenge　his　authority。　He　finally　spoke。
　〃Well；〃　he　said；　〃I　suppose　that　settles　it。　Our　new　policeman　is　either　very　smart　or　very　stupid。　He　is　either　a　coward　or　absolutely　fearless。〃　He　looked　at　all　of　them　and　sneered。　〃Another　victory　for　intellectual　analysis。〃
　〃This　sounds　curiously　like　the　argument　about　whether　a　shark　is　brave；　because　he　will　attack　anything　no　matter　how　big；　or　cowardly；　because　he　prefers　to　feed　off　the　crippled；　the　sick　and　the　dying。　Or　is　a　lion　clever；　as　he　shows　himself　to　be　in　his　stalking　of　prey；　or　stupid；　as　he　indicates　by　his　irrational　behavior　when　caged　in　a　zoo？
　〃The　fact　is；　as　all　of　you　should　know　by　now；　that　the　shark　is　neither　brave　nor　cowardly。　And　the　lion　is　neither　clever　nor　stupid。　They　exist　outside　of　these　concepts。　They　are　instinctual　and　those　words　are　meaningless　when　applied　to　them。　Did　it　ever　occur　to　any　of　you　that　perhaps　our　tests　are　meaningless　for　Mr。　Pel…ham；　because　they　are　designed　for　normal　human　beings？　Did　it　ever　occur　to　you　that　perhaps　Mr。　Pelham　is　like　an　animal；　showing　behavior　patterns　that　once　we　would　characterize　as　intelligent；　another　time　as　stupid；　one　time　as　brave；　another　time　as　cowardly？　Did　it　ever　occur　to　you　that　Dr。　Pelham　might　be　a　creature　of　instinct　or　a　human　being　programmed　to　act　as　a　creature　of　instinct？　And　that　to　study　him　and　understand　him；　we　must　approach　him　as　we　would　approach　a　beast　of　the　field？　〃Did　any　of　that　every　occur　to　any　of　you　geniuses？〃　He　sat　back　and　occupied　himself　with　his　pipe　and　with　being　Nils　Brewster。　No　one　else　spoke。　He　puffed　rapidly　on　his　pipe；　satisfied　that　he　had　again　won　the　day；　and　then　went　on：
　〃Frankly；　I　don't　know　why　any　of　us　care　about　this　Remo　Pelham。　I　surely　don't。　But…just　academically　of　course…I　think　he　is　perhaps　best　measured　against　the　standards　of　instinct。　Through　his　unconscious。　It　would　seem　to　be　the　province　of　Dr。　Hirshbloom。　I　suggest　we　just　forget　him；　and　let　him　go　on　doing　whatever　it　is　a　policeman　does　around　here。　Leave　him　for　Dr。　Hirshbloom　if　she's　interested。
　
　
　CHAPTER　FIFTEEN
　
　But　it　was　obvious　that　…Dr。　Hirshbloom　did　not　wish　to　deal　with　the　American。　The　new　Brewster　Forum　bobby　showered　the　little　Hebrew　wench　with　the　typical　colonial　effusiveness　that　Americans　consider　charm；　and　civilized　people　understand　as　undue　familiarity。
　Geoffrey　Hawkins；　Brewster　Forum　sky…diving　instructor；　and　former　subaltern　of　Her　Majesty's　Royal　Marines；　refused　to　bestow　the　recognition　of　a　glance　upon　either　his　pupil　or　that　incredible　American　who　insisted　upon　trying　to　make　a　date　with　her。
　Hawkins　sat　in　the　Piper　Cub；　his　parachute　a　cushion　behind　him　and　his　legs　stretched　across　the　width　of　the　small　single…engine　plane。
　It　was　his　job；　a　labor　for　daily　purse；　to　instruct　any　staff　members　of　the　Forum　who　wished　to　parachute　in　the　art　of　parachuting。　Fortunately；　that　incredible　motley　crew　of　the　gross　technological　giant　that　George　III　had　allowed　to　wend　its　crude　way　into　independence；　dared　not　suffer　Hawkins'　explicit　and　daily　disdain。
　
　Only　the　Israeli　girl；　who　undoubtedly　had　to　continue　her　training；　participated　in　the　sky　diving。　Which　was　rather　a　bit　of　all　right；　since　she　had　the　decency　not　to　attempt　a　conversation　with　Geoffrey　Hawkins。　Either　she　knew　her　place；　understood　decorum；　or　had　nothing　to　say。　Which　for　a　Jew　was　an　incredible　virtue。　Unfortunately　so　few　other　people　shared　her　ability　to　refrain　from　conversation。
　Like　that　typically　German　bore；　who　pretended　to　be　of　another　nationality。　He　had　given　Hawkins　5；000　to　see　that　Remo　Pelham　did　not　land　alive。　But　then　he　had　insisted　upon　trying　to　justify　it　to　Hawkins。
　Geoffrey　Hawkins　needed　no　justification。　One　had　to　live。　And　anyway；　it　would　not　be　murder。　Murder　was　when　you　deprived　an　Englishman　of　life。　Survival　was　when　you　took　life　from　an　American。　And　public　health　was　when　one　removed　Irishmen。
　It　was　a　bit　of　a　shame　however　that　this　Pelham　was　not　Australian。　Then　one　would　know　that　one　was　removing　a　criminal。　Or　the　seed　of　a　criminal；　which　was　the　same　thing　anyway。
　Even　in　Britain；　the　gentry　had　lost　sight　of　what　they　were。　The　world　had　gone　mad　and　Britain　had　gone　mad　with　it。　This　pathetic　affection　and　respect　for　America；　a　nation　which　had　once　had　an　Irish　President。　Scots　walking　around　like　human　beings。　Welshmen　knighted　every　day。　And　all　of　them　calling　themselves　British。　When　only　Englishmen　were　English！
　The　sun　had　set　on　the　soul　of　the　British　empire。
　〃Hey；　buddy。　How　do　you　fix　this　thing？〃
　It　was　the　American。　He　was　going　to　jump　from　13；000　feet；　free　fall　for　one　minute；　then　open　his　chute　and　land。　He　had　never　been　in　a　parachute　before。
　Five　thousand　dollars　for　this？　
　Geoffrey　Hawkins　could　earn　his　money　by　allowing　this　colonial　bumpkin　just　to　attempt　free　fall。　But　that　would　not　be　thorough。　Thorough　was　cutting　the　leg　straps　under　the　leather　joints　so　that　when　the　chute　opened；　if　it　opened；　it　would　rise　from　the　shoulder　harness　and　Remo　Pelham　would　keep　going　down；　out　of　his　chute；　to　the　ground。；　〃Hey；　buddy。　How　do　you　get　this　thing　on？〃
　Geoffrey　Hawkins　turned　to　the　financial　pages。　If　one　could　properly　invest　one's　5；000；　one　could　transform　it　into　a　rather　considerable　amount。
　〃Hey。　You　with　the　mustache　and　the　paper。　How　does　this　thing　buckle？〃
　Imperial　Chemical　Industries　was　up。　Good。　If　one　invested　in　Imperial　Chemical　Industries；　one　could　not　only　help　civilized　industry　but　oneself。　It　was　a　good　investment　for　oneself。
　Finally；　the　Jewess　helped　him。　No　character；　thought　Hawkins。　She　had　refused　to　talk　to　the　American；　had　turned　away　from　him；　had　ignored　his　blandishments　and　his　insipid　pleading；　but　now　she　turned　to　help　him　with　the　chute。　Leg　straps；　shoulder　straps；　the　rip　cord　ring；　proper　harness　position。
　When　done；　she　turned　away　again。　〃Thirteen　thousand　feet；〃　she　said　to　Hawkins。
　〃Umm；〃　he　replied；　because　as　jump　instructor；　he　had　to。
　〃We're　ready；〃　she　said。　The　soon…to…be…dead　American　sat　beside　her。
　The　Germans　had　a　point。　But　they　were　so　crude　about　it。　If　one　were　to　strip　a　German　to　his　soul；　one　would　achieve　the　essence　of　gauche。　Even　the　way　that　Hun　had　slipped　the　envelope　to　Geoffrey　Hawkins。　As　if　he　were　reaching　surreptitiously　into　Hawkin's　privates。
　〃Yes　sir；　this　is　going　to　be　fun；〃　said　the　American。　His　brown　eyes　were　shining。　His　face　was　shaved　of　hair。　He　would　clunk　like　a　pinball　machine　on　the　Virginia　countryside。　He　would　tilt　in　all　directions。
　The　engines　revved；　groaning　for　power；　and　the　light　plane　shook。
　Her　Majesty's　forces；　according　to　the　Times；　were　still　in　Aden　by　the　Persian　Gulf。　Lucky　Aden。　But　this　was　America　which　had　so　stubbornly　insisted　upon　going　it　alone　and　was　paying　for　it　daily。
　The　Jewess　had　finally　relented。　She　was　explaining　something　to　the　American。　Hawkins　listened　from　behind　the　Times。
　〃The　plane　is　going　to　13；000　feet。　It's　a　one…minute　free　fall。　You　pull　your　cord　immediately。　Just　follow　me。　I'll　make　sure　your　cord　is　pulled。　You're　very　stupid　trying　this　the　first　time。〃
　〃Listen；　sweetheart；　don't　worry　about　me。〃
　〃You　are　incredibly　stupid。〃
　〃This　was　the　only　way　I　could　get　to　talk　to　you。〃
　〃As　I　said；　you　are　incredibly　stupid。〃
　The　two　were　yelling　now；　to　overe　the　motors。
　〃I　want　to　talk　to　you；〃　the　American　said。
　〃Your　leg　straps　are　too　loose。〃
　〃When　can　we　get　together？〃：
　〃I'm　busy　this　year。　Try　me　next　year　at　the　same　time。〃
　Suddenly　her　voice　called　out；　〃Mr。　Hawkins！　Who　gave　him　this　chute？〃
　She　was　doing　it　again。　Talking　to　Geoffrey　Hawkins　without　being　addressed　first。　He　ignored　her。
　〃Will　you　put　down　that　paper？　You　can't　le