〃Be logical； all of that？〃
〃Sure；〃 he said； thinking： I'm not the crazy one here。
〃All right；〃 Beth said。 〃Remember when you told me about Harry…how all the evidence pointed to Harry？〃
〃Yes。 Of course。〃
〃You asked me if I could think of another explanation； and I said no。 But there is another explanation； Norman。 Some points you conveniently overlooked the first time。 Like the jellyfish。 Why the jellyfish？ It was your little brother who was stung by the jellyfish； Norman； and you who felt guilty afterward。 And when does Jerry speak？ When you're there； Norman。 And when does the squid stop its attack？ When you were knocked unconscious； Norman。 Not Harry； you。〃
Her voice was so calm； so reasonable。 He struggled to consider what she was saying。 Was it possible she was right？ 〃Step back。 Take the long view；〃 Beth said。 〃You're a psychologist； down here with a bunch of scientists dealing with hardware。 There's nothing for you to do down here…you said so yourself。 And wasn't there a time in your life when you felt similarly professionally bypassed？ Wasn't that an unfortable time for you？ Didn't you once tell me that you hated that time in your life？〃
〃Yes； but…〃
〃When all the strange things start to happen； the problem isn't hardware any more。 Now it's a psychological problem。 It's right up your alley； Norman； your particular area of expertise。 Suddenly you bee the center of attention； don't you？〃
No； he thought。 This can't be right。
＇＇314＇＇ 〃When Jerry starts to municate with us； who notices that he has emotions？ Who insists we deal with Jerry's emotions？ None of us are interested in emotions； Norman。 Barnes only wants to know about armaments； Ted only wants to talk science； Harry only wants to play logical games。 You're the one who's interested in emotions。 And who manipulates Jerry…or fails to manipulate him？ You； Norman。 It's all you。〃
〃It can't be；〃 Norman said。 His mind was reeling。 He struggled to find a contradiction； and found it。 〃It can't be me…because I haven't been inside the sphere。〃
〃Yes； you have；〃 Beth said。 〃You just don't remember。〃
He felt battered； repeatedly punched and battered。 He couldn't seem to get his balance； and the blows kept ing。
〃Just the way you don't remember that I asked you to look up the balloon codes；〃 Beth was saying in her calm voice。 〃Or the way Barnes asked you about the helium concentrations in E Cyl。〃
He thought； what helium concentrations in E Cyl？ When did Barnes ask me about that？
〃There's a lot you don't remember； Norman。〃
Norman said； 〃When did I go to the sphere？〃
〃Before the first squid attack。 After Harry came out。〃
〃I was asleep！ I was sleeping in my bunk！〃
〃No； Norman。 You weren't。 Because Fletcher came to get you and you were gone。 We couldn't find you for about two hours； and then you showed up； yawning。〃
〃I don't believe you；〃 he said。
〃I know you don't。 You prefer to make it somebody else's problem。 And you're clever。 You're skilled at psychological manipulation； Norman。 Remember those tests you conducted？ Putting unsuspecting people up in an airplane； then telling them the pilot had a heart attack？ Scaring them half to death？ That's pretty ruthless manipulation； Norman。
〃And down here in the habitat； when all these things started happening； you needed a monster。 So you made ＇＇315＇＇ Harry the monster。 But Harry wasn't the monster； Norman。 You are the monster。 That's why your appearance changed； why you became ugly。 Because you're the monster。〃
〃But the message。 It said 'My name is Harry。' 〃
〃Yes； it did。 And as you yourself pointed out； the person causing it was afraid that the real name would e out on the screen。〃
〃Harry；〃 Norman said。 〃The name was Harry。〃
〃And what's your name？〃
〃Norman Johnson。〃
〃Your full name。〃
He paused。 Somehow his mouth wasn't working。 His brain was blank。
〃I'll tell you what it is；〃 Beth said。 〃I looked it up。 It's Norman Harrison Johnson。〃
No； he thought。 No； no； no。 She can't be right。
〃It's hard to accept；〃 Beth was saying in her slow； patient； almost hypnotic voice。 〃I understand that。 But if you think about it； you'll realize you wanted it to e to this。 You wanted me to figure it out； Norman。 Why； just a few minutes ago； you even told me about The Wizard of Oz； didn't you？ You helped me along when I wasn't getting the point…or at least your unconscious did。 Are you still calm？〃
〃Of course I'm calm。〃
〃Good。 Stay calm； Norman。 Let's consider this logically。 Will you cooperate with me？〃
〃What do you want to do？〃
〃I want to put you under； Norman。 Like Harry。〃
He shook his head。
〃It's only for a few hours； Norman；〃 she said； and then she seemed to decide； she moved swiftly toward him； and he saw the syringe in her hand； the glint of the needle； and he twisted away。 The needle plunged into the blanket； and he threw it off and ran for the stairs。
〃Norman！ e back here！〃
He was climbing the stairs。 He saw Beth running forward ＇＇316＇＇ with the needle。 He kicked with his foot； got upstairs into her lab； and slammed the hatch down on her。
〃Norman！〃
She pounded on the hatch。 Norman stood on it； knowing that she could never lift his weight。 Beth continued to pound。
〃Norman Johnson； you open that hatch this minute！〃
〃No； Beth； I'm sorry。〃
He paused。 What could she do？ Nothing； he thought。 He was safe here。 She couldn't get to him up here； she couldn't do anything to him as long as he remained here。
Then he saw the metal pivot move in the center of the hatch between his feet。 On the other side of the hatch； Beth was spinning the wheel。
Locking him in。
0600 HOURS
The only lights in the laboratory shone on the bench； next to a row of neatly bottled specimens： squid； shrimps； giant squid eggs。 He touched the bottles absently。 He turned on the laboratory monitor and punched buttons until he saw Beth； downstairs； on the video。 Beth was working at the main D Cyl console。 To one side； he saw Harry； still lying unconscious。
〃Norman； can you hear me？〃
He said aloud； 〃Yes； Beth。 I hear you。〃
〃Norman； you are acting irresponsibly。 You are a menace to this entire expedition。〃
Was that true？ he wondered。 He didn't think he was a menace to the expedition。 It didn't feel true to him。 But how often in his life had he confronted patients who refused to acknowledge what was happening in their lives？ Even trivial ＇＇317＇＇ examples…a man； another professor at the university； who was terrified of elevators but who steadfastly insisted he always took the stairs because it was good exercise。 The man would climb fifteen…story buildings； he would decline appointments in taller buildings； he arranged his entire life to acmodate a problem he would not admit he had。 The problem remained concealed from him until he finally had a heart attack。 Or the woman who was exhausted from years of caring for her disturbed daughter； she gave her daughter a bottle of sleeping pills because she said the girl needed a rest； the girl mitted suicide。 Or the novice sailor who cheerfully packed his family off on a sailing excursion to Catalina in a gale； nearly killing them all。
Dozens of examples came to mind。 It was a psychological truism； this blindness about self。 Did he imagine that he was immune？ Three years ago； there had been a minor scandal when one of the assistant professors in the Psychology Department had mitted suicide； sticking a gun in his mouth over the Labor Day weekend。 There had been headlines for that one： 〃PSYCH PROF KILLS SELF； Colleagues Express Surprise； Say Deceased Was 'Always Happy。' 〃
The dean of the faculty； embarrassed in his fund…raising； had berated Norman about that incident； but the difficult truth was that psychology had severe limitations。 Even with professional knowledge and the best of intentions； there remained an enormous amount you never knew about your closest friends； your colleagues； your wives and husbands and children。
And your ignorance about yourself was even greater than that。 Self…awareness was the most difficult of all。 Few people attained it。 Or perhaps nobody attained it。
〃Norman； are you there？〃
〃Yes； Beth。〃
〃I think you are a good person； Norman。〃
He said nothing。 He just watched her on the monitor。
〃I think you have integrity； and that you believe in telling the truth。 This is a difficult moment for you； to face the reality about yourself。 I know your mind is struggling now to find excuses； to blame someone else。 But I think you can ＇＇318＇＇ do it； Norman。 Harry couldn't do it； but you can。 I think you can admit the hard truth…that so long as you remain conscious； the expedition is menaced。〃
He felt the strength of her conviction； heard the quiet force of her voice。 As Beth spoke； it felt almost as if her ideas were clothing being draped over his body。 He began to see things her way。 She was so calm； she must be right。 Her ideas had such power。 Her thoughts had such power。 。。。
〃Beth； have you been in the sphere？〃
〃No； Norman。 That's your mind； trying to evade the point again。 I haven't been in the sphere。 You have。〃
He honestly couldn't remember going into the sphere。 He had no recollection at all。 And when Harry had been in the sphere； he remembered afterward。 Why would Norman forget？ Why would he block it？
〃You're a psychologist； Norman；〃 she was saying。 〃You； of all people； do not want to admit you have a shadow side。 You have a professional stake in believing in your own mental health。 Of course you will deny it。〃
He didn't think so。 But how to resolve it？ How to determine if she was right or not？ His mind wasn't working well。 His cut knee throbbed painfully。 At least there was no doubt about that…his injured knee was real。
Reality testing。
That was how to resolve it； he thought。 Reality testing。 What was the objective evidence that Norman had gone to the sphere？ They had made tapes of everything that occurred in the habitat。 If Norman had gone to the sphere many hours ago； somewhere there was a tape showing him in the airlock； alone； getting dressed； slipping away。 Beth should be able to show him that tape。 Where was that tape？
In the submarine； of course。
It would long ago have been taken to the submarine。 Norman himself might have taken it； when he made his excursion to the sub。
No objective evidence。
〃Norman； give up。 Please。 For all our sakes。〃
Perhaps she was right； he thoug