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course, no one’s to know they’re there,” Trigger remarked.“Well, I won’t tell.”
“I know you won’t. You think it might mean I’m a kind of telepath?”
“It might,” Telzey said. “It wouldn’t have to. They may simply have themselves tuned in on you.” She stood a moment, reflecting. “I ran into a heavy-duty psi once who didn’t have the faintest idea he was one,” she said. “It was a problem because all sorts of extraordinary things kept happening to him and around him. Right now, anything like that could be disturbing.”
Trigger looked concerned. “Have there been disturbances?”
“I haven’t noticed anything definite,” Telzey said untruthfully. “But I’ve been wondering.”
“Could you find out about me if I undid that mind shield they gave me?”
Telzey sat down. “Let’s try.”
Trigger wished the shield out of existence. Some little time passed. Then Telzey said, “You can put the shield back.”
“Well?” Trigger asked. “Am I?”
“You are,” Telzey said absently. “I thought you might be, from the way you’ve been worrying about the Sirens.” She shook her head. “Trigger, that’s the most disorganized psi mind I’ve ever contacted! I wonder why Pilch never mentioned it.”
Trigger hesitated. “Now that you’ve mentioned it,” she said, “I believe Pilch did suggest something of the kind on one occasion. I thought I’d misunderstood her. She didn’t refer to it again.”
“Well, if you like,” said Telzey, “we can take a week off after we’re through with the Siren, and see if we can’t make you operational.”
Trigger rubbed