I THOUGHT OF MY PSI-man, whose only mistake in the sealed room murder of Gordon Andrews had been in being so good that he’d actually disclosed the existence of a criminal who employed Psi faculties.
“Wouldn’t that depend upon whether the policeman or the criminal was the more talented?” I parried. “But that supposes that the police force would have a corps of Psi policemen.”
“Wouldn’t they?”
“Honey-chile,” I said, “at the first thin hint that the Commissioner was even interested in the possibility of hiring someone who knew what the term ‘parapsychic phenomena’ really meant, there would be a universal howl against ‘Thought Police’ so loud that it would shatter the polar icecaps.”
“But why?” she asked, bewildered.
“They’d start screaming about ‘invasion of privacy,’ and cite the Bill o
