saw I'd landed in April of 1960, almost five years after Armitage and his friends herded us through the door in Santa Mira, on the other side of the country. I was looking at a piece of the Hartford Courant, you see. And the road turned out to be the Merritt Parkway."
"Sheemie can make magic doors!" Roland cried. He had been cleaning his revolver as he listened, but now he put it aside. "That's what teleporting is! That's what it means!"
"Hush, Roland," Susannah said. "This must be his Connecticut adventure. I want to hear this part."
ELEVEN
But none of them hear about Ted's Connecticut adventure. He simply calls it "a story for another day" and tells his listeners that he was caught in Bridgeport while trying to accumulate enough cash to disappear permanently. The low men bundled him into a car, drove him to New York, and took him to a ribjoint called the Dixie Pig. From there to Fedic, and from Fedic to Thunderclap Station; from the station right back to the Devar-Toi, oh Ted, so good to see you, ivelcome back.
The fourth tape is now three-quarters done, and Ted's voice is little more than a croak. Nevertheless, he gamely pushes on.
"I hadn't been gone long, but over here time had taken one of its erratic slips forward. Humma O'Tego was out, possibly because of me, and Prentiss of New Jersey, the ki '-dam, was in. He and Finli interrogated me in the Master's suite a good many times. There was no physical torture-I guess they still reckoned me too important to chance spoiling me-but there was a lot of discomfort and plenty of mindgames.
They also made it clear that if I tried to run again, my Connecticut friends would be put to death. I said, 'don'tyou boys get it? If I keep doing my job, they're going out, anyway. Everybody's going out, with the possible exception of the one you call the Crimson King."
"Prentiss steepled his fingers in the annoying way he has and said, 'That may be or may not be true, sai, but if it is, we won't suffer when we 'go out," as you put it. Little Bobby and little Carol, on the other hand... not to mention Carol's mother and Bobby's friend,
Sully-John...'He didn't have to finish. I still wonder if they knew how terribly frightened they'd made me ivith that threat against my young friends. And how terribly angry.
"All their questions came down to two things they really wanted to know: Why had I run, and who helped me do it. I could have fallen back on the old name-rank-serial number routine, but decided to chance being a bit more expansive. I'd wanted to run, I said, because I'd gotten a glimmering from some of the can-toi guards about what we were really doing, and I didn't like the idea. As for how I'd gotten out, I told them I didn't know. I went to sleep one night, I said, and just woke up beside the Merritt Parkway. They went from scoffing at this story to semibelieving it, mostly because I never varied it a single jot or tittle, no matter how many times they asked. And of course they already knew how powerful I was, and in ways that were different from the others.
"Do you think you're a teleport in some subconscious way, sai?" Finli asked me.
"'How could I say?' I asked in turn-always answer a question with a question is a good rule to follow during interrogation, I think, as long as it's a relatively soft interrogation, as this one was. 'I've never sensed any such ability, but of course we don't always know what's lurking in our subconscious, do we?"
"'You better hope it wasn't you,' Prentiss said. 'We can live with almost any wild talent around here except that one. That one, Mr.
Brautigan, would spell the end even for such a valued employee as yourself.' Iwasn't sure I believed that, but later Trampas gave me reason to think Prentiss might have been telling the truth. Anyway, that was my story and I never went beyond it.
"Prentiss's houseboy, a fellow named Tassa-a hume, if it matiers-would bring in cookies and cans of Nozz-A-La-which I like because it tastes a bit like root beer-and Prentiss would offer me all I wanted... after, that was, I told them where I'd gotten my information and how I'd escaped Algal Siento. Then the whole round of questions would start again, only this time with Prentiss and the