CHAPTER 6“You’re sure it was I?” Paul Bender asked.
Mike lay on Bender’s lounge. An untouched scotch, was on the coffee table beside him.
“It was you. You spoke your name. I couldn’t be mistaken.”
Bender’s light, brisk approach to Mike Strong’s problem was no longer in evidence. His pipe was cold and ash-filled in his hand as he stared at it.
“It’s a fantastic coincidence that you should move into another plane and out of the millions of people in existence, meet me.”
“Maybe it isn’t. Whatever all this is, it’s still under the control of natural laws. There are patterns of affinity that would not necessarily be restricted to one plane. Perhaps, somewhere or other on this plane, I’ve met or seen the others too. Or maybe I’ll meet them later.”
“That could be.”
“One thing is certain. I
