Seven Point Eight The First Chronicle - By Marie A. Harbon Page 0,11
the sample, I found evidence of a much stronger field, giving higher readings and extending some six to ten inches from the skin.”
Some of the committee discussed the findings inaudibly amongst themselves, while Max simply smiled to himself.
Paul continued. “At present I’m unable to ascertain the origin of the human electromagnetic field, or whether indeed it is the soul. I can confirm, at least, the existence of a field that surrounds the body. The logical assumption would be that it emanates from the brain or body tissues but to draw a definitive conclusion, I’d need to study living tissue. I believe such a study would be unethical.”
Max smiled wryly at the last comment. He reached across the table and picked up Paul’s thesis, flicked through it and set it down.
Paul continued, giving details of his methodology, results and inconclusive summary, relieved most of the committee could follow his scientific jargon. They nodded appreciatively at the right moments, and Paul gained confidence as the presentation progressed.
“I’m very impressed with your findings, and your dedication to The Establishment,” Max congratulated. “We’ll discuss the thesis, and indicate how we’d like to move forward.”
Paul left his thesis with the committee, curious about its destination. Would it be published? Did it compare to Watson and Crick’s recent discovery of DNA’s structure? Well, hardly, but Paul felt satisfied with his accomplishment. He sat in his office, looking out at the garden, aware of the committee chattering in the dining room not too far away. Putting any ethical concerns to the back of his mind, he decided not to complain as he enjoyed working at The Establishment. During the past few years, he’d earned an excellent salary and while living here, he could take country walks, ride a horse, or go fishing. His life lacked romance, but research consumed his time and unlike his peers, finding a wife was not cause for concern. He had indeed landed on his feet.
Meanwhile, the committee discussed Paul’s research over a pot of coffee and some digestive biscuits.
“I think he’s ready for the next stage,” Max concluded.
A shrewd looking man in an expensive suit leaned forward and responded, revealing an American accent.
“I hope your judgment is correct. We need Dr. Eldridge as an ally in our endeavours, particularly in this new era of cutting edge research.”
“He has demonstrated his loyalty and ambition, plus his extraordinary aptitude for pushing the boundaries of discovery. We’ll commence with testing the effects of electromagnetic fields on the mind and body. It’s just a natural progression of the current research, so he won’t question it.”
Another American interjected, a man with dark hair swept away from his face.
“You certainly have a gift for locating extraordinary talent, Max.”
A smile flickered across Max’s face briefly, although it didn’t communicate pride.
“All because of the extraordinary talent that I already have in my possession.”
Rising from the table, Max concluded the meeting and left the room, seeking out Paul. He knocked on his office door before entering, and found Paul appreciating the garden through the window.
“The committee is highly satisfied with your research, and will be offering some new objectives shortly,” he announced.
Paul acknowledged this with a smile, so Max continued.
“We’re giving you a month off, so that you can take a break…relax. I also have a few surprises for you. The first is that my driver will collect you at 7:30 tonight, as you’re invited to an evening of wine, women, and song at my house. The dress code is formal.”
“Thank you for the invitation. What’s the second surprise?”
“It wouldn’t be much of a surprise if I revealed all my secrets, would it?”
Max left, presumably to prepare for the evening to come. Paul smiled in recognition of Max’s invitation. How could he refuse?
***
The Daimler brought Paul to Max’s secret residence, the home he never spoke about. It met Paul’s expectations in terms of its elegance, this three-bedroom coach house located within the grounds of The Establishment. Ivy swathed the exterior of the house, and it had grand sash windows. To the right of the house, Paul noted an attached garage for Max’s cars, which were currently out of sight. The well tended garden possessed an inordinately pretty symmetry, with shrubs and flowers placed in a design of absolute order.
He approached the front door, a huge, oak panelled leviathan with two columns either side, supporting a classic porch. Inside, Paul discovered it had been tastefully furnished and not quite as ostentatious as he’d imagined, perhaps it reflected Max’s quieter, inner sanctum.