because it would make me conspicuous.â
âEspecially at the present moment,â Burton agreed, âthough it would be a grand sight. Why are you here, by the way, and not behaving yourself on your home planet?â
âIâm on vacation,â she grinned. âOh yes, we use your rather primitive planet for vacationsâlike you do Africa and the Canadian forests. A little machine teaches us during one nightâs sleep several of your languages and implants in our brains the necessary background information. My husband surprised me by giving me the money for this vacationâsame time he gave me the lighter. Usually heâs very stingy. But perhaps he had some little plotâan affair with his chief nuclear chemist, Iâd guessâof his own in mind and wanted me out of the way. I canât be sure though, because he always keeps his mind quadruple-shielded, even from me.â
âSo you have husbands on your planet,â Burton observed.
âYes indeed! Very jealous and possessive ones, too, so watch your step, Baby. Yes, although my planet is much more advanced than yours we still have husbands and wives and a very stuffy system of monogamyâ that seems to go on forever and everywhereâoh yes, and on my planet we have death and taxes and life insurance and wars and all the rest of the universal idiocy!â
She stopped suddenly. âI donât want to talk about that any more,â she said. âOr about my husband. Letâs talk about you. Letâs play truths, deep-down truths. Whatâs the thing youâre most afraid of in the whole world?â
Burton chuckledâand then frowned. âYou really want me to give you the honest answer?â he asked.
âOf course,â she said. âItâs the first rule of the game.â
âWell,â he said, âIâm most afraid of something going wrong with my brain. Growing wrong, really. Having a brain tumor. Thatâs it.â He had become rather pale.
âOh Poor Baby,â Sonya said. âJust you wait a minute.â
Still uneasy from his confession, Burton started nervously to pick up Sonyaâs black lighter, but its black pistol-look repelled him.
Sonya came bustling back with something else in her right hand. âSit up,â she said, putting her left arm around him. âNo, none of thatâ this is serious. Pretend Iâm a very proper lady doctor who forgot to get dressed.â
Burton could see her slim back and his own face over her right shoulder in the wide mirror of the dresser. She slipped her right hand and the small object it held behind his head. There was a click.
âNo,â said Sonya cheerily. âI canât see a sign of anything wrong in your brain or likely to grow wrong. Itâs as healthy as an infantâs. Whatâs the matter, Babyâ â
Burton was shaking. âLook,â he gasped reproachfully, âitâs wonderful to play nonsense games, but when you use magic tricks or hypnotism to back them up, thatâs cheating.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âWhen you clicked that thing,â he said with difficulty, âI saw my head turn for a moment into a pinkish skull and then into just a pulsing blob with folds in it.â
âOh, Iâd forgotten the mirror,â she said, glancing over her shoulder. âBut you were really just imagining things. Or having a mild optical spasm and seeing colors.â
âNo,â she added as he reached out a hand, âI wonât let you see my little XYZ-ray machine.â She tossed it across the room into her traveling case. âIt would spoil our nonsense game.â
As his breathing and thoughts quieted, Burton decided she was possibly rightâor at least that heâd best pretend she was right. It was safest and sanest to think of what heâd glimpsed in the mirror as an illusion, like the faint colors heâd