length of eighty thousand kilometers, and the shortest is forty-two thousand kilometers. In a subetheric beam, that's the equivalent of hard X-rays—damned high frequency."

Roysland looked at the recordings carefully. "Is there any reason why this particular wave length should have any effect on the human brain?"

Kiffer looked at the graphs for a long time. When he finally looked up, he said: "I don't know for sure; mind if I call Bilford?"

Roysland shook his great head. "Go ahead; I don't mind."

When Bilford's image flickered into existence, Roysland kept his mouth shut while Kiffer showed the psychometrist the recordings of the energy from the Enlissa projector.

Bilford listened and looked and frowned. "The recordings actually don't make sense to me," he admitted. "I'm a psychometrist, not a subelectronocist.

"If you could translate those recordings from subetheric to their electromagnetic equivalents, I might be able to make something out of it."

The conversion didn't take long; all Kiffer had to do was run the stuff through the analyzer and punch in a correction factor.

Bilford stared at the corrected graphs and compared them with tracings of his own.

"I don't see any correlation," he said at last. "This may take a bit of work. There may be multiple harmonics of the basic stuff involved, of course; but frankly I can't see that the subetherics have anything in common with the electromagnetics as far as this area is concerned."

For the first time, Roysland spoke. "Try a combination-permutation synthesis. See what you get—O.K.?"

Bilford nodded in agreement. "I'll try it—all the different wave lengths involved, plus the subetheric velocity factor. If I come up with anything, I'll let you know."

"Good enough," said Roysland.

The solidiphone image of General Director Eckisster stood in the center of the room. He looked around and then focused his gaze on Roysland Dwyn. "Listen here, Roysland," he said belligerently, "why haven't you done anything? What's the situation now?"

Roysland looked at the general director and put on his nastiest grin. "You've got the report; we haven't done anything. 

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