was the bad part。 He didn't scream。 Yes。 That was a horrible time。 Horrible。 As on stage。
Schulter was searching； in his hypnotic past； for a horrible time。 Then he jumped to his feet； dancing around the stage。 Skip and a hop。 And his jacket flew to the floor； followed by his shirt； his undershirt。 Unzip the pants and step out。 Then down on his bony knees。 The white stage…light reflected blue off his perspiring back。 〃The whip；〃 he cried。 〃The woman with the whip。 Whip。 Whip。〃
Ratchett was panting heavily。 〃The whip；〃 he chorused。 〃The whip；〃 making little sucking noises through his puffy lips。
The staff was not sure what happened next。 Nobody could recall exactly。 But when the new director for security asked around the next morning； the story was this：
1） The hypnotism show had touched off something that was better not talked about and really none of Remo Pelham's business。
2） Dr。 Nils Brewster snapped both men out of their trance by jumping on stage and mimicking Ratchett's voice。
3） Everyone was strangely disturbed by the episode； and really； stop bothering people。
They would be bothered though…even more； when they discovered the awesome price Doctor Ratchett would have to pay for his dramatic success。
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Having been thrown out of a plane while trying to talk to Dr。 Hirshbloom； there was no price too great for Remo to pay to〃 see her。 He would even talk to Nils Brewster。
Brewster was arrogant； almost as if that tragic accident to the sky…diving instructor had been Remo's fault。
〃No；〃 Nils Brewster had said； through bandaged nose。 〃No request from Doctor Hirshbloom。 Why are you so interested？〃
〃Why is there joy in your voice？〃
〃Don't answer a question with a question。 They tell me that's how you carry on a conversation。〃
〃Four out of five department heads want to talk to me。 The fifth doesn't。 Why？〃
〃That's your answer？〃 Brewster asked。
〃Yes；〃 said Remo。
〃I told you you'd never understand about us。〃
〃Well； I'm going to see her。〃
〃You don't have my permission。〃
〃How do I get it？〃
〃You don't。〃
〃Do you know that if I flick your nose with this forefinger；〃 Remo said； bringing the forefinger very close to the white bandages； 〃I can cause you all sorts of hurt？〃
〃And you'll be out on your ass before the throbbing subsides。〃
〃What if a brick should fall on it at night from you know not where？〃
〃You'll be out on your ass before it hits the ground。〃
〃What if I teach you to do to people what I did to those motorcycle thugs？〃
〃I'm pushing sixty； man。〃
〃I could teach you to do it to at least two people。〃
〃Young people？〃
〃Young people。〃
Dr。 Nils Brewster dialed his telephone and said into the receiver： 〃Deborah； I thought you would like to do an input feedback on Remo Pelham； the new security officer。 The others have and。。。 oh。 Yes； of course。 Certainly I understand。〃 He returned the telephone to the receiver。
〃She said she was busy on something else。 But you have my permission。 I'll deny it afterwards； but of course that'll be too late。 At least you're not risking your job。 Now when do we start on the。。。。〃 Brewster made striking motions at young faces and young stomachs； dodging very swift punches of young athletes whom he would now rend asunder should the little twerps dare make wiseass ments on the road or hi restaurants or anywhere。 Anywhere。
〃In two weeks。〃
〃Two weeks？〃 Brewster looked hurt； cheated。
〃Well； you've got to get into shape first。 Run a quarter of a mile a day for a week； then a half…mile the following week。〃
〃Anything else？〃
〃No。 That's it。〃
〃What is your school of attack； by the way？ Karate； kung fu； judo？〃
〃Wow tu；〃 said Remo； making up the most idiotic name he could think of。
〃Wow tu？ Never heard of it。〃
〃That's why it works so well。 Do you think anything really good would be sold out of a gymnasium or a book？〃
〃Wow tu；〃 repeated Dr。 Nils Brewster； Faversham Fellow of Sociology； Ph。D。； University of Chicago； author of 〃Man as Hostile Environment。〃
〃Wow tu；〃 he said again； and in the place where dreams are formed he saw his older daughter's latest boyfriend crumple to the floor in agony。
Now Remo was at her cottage。 Mosquitoes and moths held a mass rally near her window and Remo slapped unsuccessfully at them while awaiting her answer。 He knocked again。
〃Who is it？〃
〃Your security officer； Remo Pelham。〃
〃What do you want？〃
〃I want to talk to you。〃
〃About what？〃
〃I don't want to talk out here。〃
〃e back tomorrow。〃
〃Can I see you now？〃
〃NO。〃
〃Are you busy？〃
〃Will you go away！〃 It was not a question。
〃I just want to talk to you。〃
There was silence and the bugs poured in reinforcements。 It was the stale hot of the Virginia summer； a deadening sweat…demanding night that buzzed with the insects of the land。 And she did not answer。
〃I'm not going until you talk to me。〃
〃Does Brewster know you're bothering one of his scientists？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃He does not。 That is a lie。 Leave me alone。〃
〃After you talk to mei〃
He heard footsteps pad to the door。 It opened； and Deborah Hirshbloom stood before him with the unamused tolerance of a parent declining to be manipulated by the antics of a child。 Her face was set； but calm； enhancing its fine smooth lines。 Her eyes were black jewels hi a setting of smooth； milky skin garnished with the joy of freckles。 Her lips； unpainted； were tight； allowing nothing for Remo standing before her。
〃All right。 What？〃
〃I'd like to talk to you。 May I e in？〃
〃It's late。〃
〃I know。 May I e in？〃
She shrugged and beckoned Remo to enter。 She wore a plain khaki blouse with plain khaki shorts。 She was barefoot； and her cottage office was just as bare； except for the books stacked to the ceiling and a chess set open on the small table； near the lamp。 There was a metal cot and two chairs。 She sat on the cot； but with such stiffness that it obviously was not an invitation。
〃May I sit down？〃 Remo asked； nodding to the chair。
She allowed it。
〃As you know； the other department heads of the forum have been interviewing me。〃 She did not respond。 Remo continued： 〃And I wondered why you had not。〃
〃Because I'm not interested。〃
〃I was； well； sort of wondering why。〃
〃Because one man beating up seven ridiculous hoodlums is not exactly the aweinspking scientific phenomena my colleagues obviously believe it to be。〃
〃Then you know something about violence。〃
〃I am learning from you； and I like no part of it。 I know Hawkins came down with your chute and you with his。 I know he tried to kill you and died for it。〃
〃You're Israeli； aren't you？〃
〃Yes。 You know that。〃
〃And violence offends you？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Don't all Israelis have to serve in the Army？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃And violence still offends you？〃
〃Of course； why not？〃
〃Because you people couldn't survive without violence。 Without being tough。 The Arabs could have peace by not firing a shot。 You people would have another holocaust。〃
〃Mr。 Pelham； what are you driving at？ That because we are outnumbered one…hundred…fifty to one by people who unfortunately have made our annihilation a national goal； that I should like what I must do to survive？ One must dig latrines； too； for survival。 But you do not have to like digging latrines。 What do you really want？ You do not care that violence offends 〃e。 This does not interest you。 What do you want？〃
〃Well； I have a problem and you contribute to it。 You see； I'm responsible for the protection of everyone here。 And everyone moves around so much； especially you； that to really make sure I can provide the proper security； I have to know generally where I can reach you when I need you。 That attack on the forum by the motorcycle gang could be a portent of things to e。 I'm not sure they will； but if those people try again； I want to make sure they can't reach any of the top staff。〃
〃There is a word in English； Mr。 Pelham； that describes beautifully what you have just said。 It is both sharp in definition and meaningful in substance。〃
Remo knew he was opening a door。 〃What word？〃 he said； preparing himself for the deserved consequences。
〃Bullshit；〃 said Dr。 Hirshbloo