McNeil touched him on the shoulder, but there was still no response. They watched his eyes, fixed on first one group of tubes, then flicking quickly to another.
“What is it, John?’ asked Kingsley.
“I think he’s in some hypnotic state. He doesn’t seem to be noticing any sense data except from the eyes, and they seem to be directed only at the tubes.”
“How could it have happened?”
“A hypnotic condition induced by visual means is not by any means unknown.”
“You think it was deliberately induced?”
“It seems more than likely. I can scarcely believe it could have happened by accident. And watch the eyes. See how they move. This is not a chance business. It looks purposive, very purposive.”
“I wouldn’t have said Weichart was a likely subject for a hypnotist.”
“Nor would I. It looks extremely formidable, and very singular.”
“What do you mean?’ asked Marlowe.
“Well, although an ordinary human hypnotist might use some visual method for inducing a hypnotic state, he’d never use a purely visual medium for conveying information. A hypnotist talks to a subject, he conveys meaning with words. But there are no words here. That’s why it is damn strange.”
“It’s funny you should have warned Dave. Had you any idea this would happen, McNeil?”
“No, not in detail, of course. But recent developments in neurophysiology have shown up some extremely queer effects when lights are flashed in the eyes at rates that match closely with scanning speeds in the brain. And then it was obvious that the Cloud couldn’t do what it said it would do unless something pretty remarkable happened.”
Kingsley came up to the chair.
“Do you think we ought to do something? Pull him away, perhaps. We could easily do that.”
“I wouldn’t advise it, Chris. He’d probably struggle violently and it might be dangerous. Best on the whole to leave him. He went into it with his eyes open, literally and figuratively. I’ll stay with him of course. The rest of you ought to clear out, though. Leave somebody who can carry a message — Stoddard will do — and then I can call you if anything crops up.”
“All right. We’ll be ready in case you need us,” agreed Kingsley.
Nobody really wanted to leave the lab, but it was realized that McNeil’s suggestion had much to recommend it.
“Wouldn’t do to have the whole party hypnotized,” remarked Barnett. “I only hope old Dave will be all right,” he added anxiously.
“We could, I suppose, have switched the gear off. But McNeil seemed to think that might cause trouble. Shock, I suppose.” This from Leicester.
“It beats me as to what information Dave can be getting,” said Marlowe.
“Well, we shall know soon enough, I expect. I don’t suppose the Cloud will go on for many hours. It’s never done so in the past,” observed Parkinson.
But the transmission turned out to be a long one. As the hours advanced the members of the company retired severally to bed.
Marlowe expressed the general opinion:
“Well, we’re not doing Dave any good, and we’re missing sleep. I think I shall try to snatch an hour or two.”
Kingsley was woken by Stoddard.
“Doctor wants you, Dr Kingsley.”
Kingsley found that Stoddard and McNeil had managed to move Weichart to one of the bedrooms, so evidently the business was finished, at any rate for the time being.
“What is it, John?’ he asked.
“I don’t like the position, Chris. His temperature is rising rapidly. There isn’t much point in your going in to see him. He’s not in a coherent state, and not like to be with a temperature at 104°.”
“Have you any idea what’s wrong?”
“I obviously can’t be sure, because I’ve never encountered a case like this before. But if I didn’t know what had happened, I’d have said Weichart was suffering from an inflammation of brain tissue.”
“That’s very serious, isn’t it?”
“Extremely so. There’s very little that any of us can do for him, but I thought you’d like to know.”
“Yes, of course. Have you any idea what may have caused it?”
“Well, I’d say too high a rate of working, too great a demand of the neurological system on all the supporting tissues. But again it’s only an opinion.”
Weichart’s temperature continued to rise during the day, and in the late afternoon he died.
For professional reasons McNeil would have liked to perform an autopsy, but out of consideration for the feelings of the others he decided against it. He kept his own company, thinking gloomily that somehow he ought to have foreseen the tragedy and taken steps to prevent it. But he had not foreseen it, nor did he foresee the events that were to follow. The first warning came from Ann Halsey. She was in a hysterical condition when she accosted McNeil.
“John, you must do something. It’s Chris. He’s going to kill himself.”
“What!”
“He’s going to do the same as Dave Weichart. I’ve been trying for hours to persuade him not to, but he won’t take any notice of me. He says he’s going to tell the Thing to go slower, that it was the speed that killed Dave. Is that true?”
“It might be. I don’t know for sure, but it’s quite possible.”
“Tell me frankly, John, is there any chance?”
“There might be. I just don’t know enough to offer any definite opinion.”
“Then you must stop him!”
“I’ll try. I’ll go along and talk to him straight away. Where is he?”
“In the labs. Talking’s no use. He’ll have to be stopped by force. It’s the only way.”
McNeil made straight for the transmitting lab. The door was locked, so he hammered hard on it. Kingsley’s voice came faintly.
“Who is it?”
“It’s McNeil. Let me in, will you?”
The door opened and McNeil saw as he stepped inside the room that the equipment was switched on.
“Ann has just been and told me, Chris. Don’t you think it’s just a little crazy, especially within a few hours of Weichart’s death?”
“You don’t suppose I like this idea, do you, John? I can assure you that I find life just as pleasant as anyone else. But it’s got to be done and it’s got to be done now. The chance will have gone in not much more than a week, and it’s a chance that we humans simply can’t afford to miss. After poor Weichart’s experience it wasn’t likely that anyone else would come forward, so I’ve got to do it myself. I’m not one of those courageous fellows who can contemplate danger placidly. If I’ve got a sticky job to do I prefer to get on with it straight away — saves thinking about it.”
“This is all very well, Chris, but you’re not going to do anybody any good by killing yourself.”
“That’s absurd, and you know it. The stakes in this business are very high, they’re so high as to be worth playing for, even if the chance of winning isn’t very great. That’s point number one. Point number two is that maybe I stand a pretty fair chance. I’ve already been on to the Cloud, telling it to go much slower. It has agreed to do so. You yourself said that might avoid the worst of the trouble.”
“It might. Then again it might not. Also, if you avoid Weichart’s trouble, there may be other dangers that we know nothing about.”
“Then you’ll know about them from my case, which will make it easier for someone else, just as it is a little easier for me than it was for Weichart. It’s no good, John. I’m quite resolved, and I’m going to start in a few more minutes.”
McNeil saw that Kingsley was beyond persuasion.
“Well, anyway,” he said, “I take it you’ll have no objection to my staying here. It took about ten hours with
