There is something very fundamental indeed about the ancient showman's trick—divert their attention from the thing you're really doing ...
get this far?"
Her frown softened a little. "You don't miss many bets," she said. "Not my Gypper. But this thing of Fred's holding back on the other telepath he picked up last night has all the earmarks of a real slippery move."
"Did Fred tell you anything about it on the way out?"
"Just that he was bringing the telepath from the City Jail right back with him, and that you wanted to see her at once."
"This snake is a woman, aged fifty-eight, Anita," I told her. "She gave the name of Maude Tinker and says she's my mother," I added, without any particular expression.
Anita laughed. "Oh, no!" she said. "What they won't think of next!" But her face sobered in an instant, and she bent forward, almost whispering the rest: "Gyp! You mean that Fred Plaice took her seriously! That he was trying to get rid of her?"
"He felt it would be better if I never knew about it," I admitted. "What do you think I should do, Anita?"
Her heart-shaped face grew more s
A peculiar story. The FBI's chief in charge of finding and neutralizing telepaths (for National Security--they can pull classified information from government minds, and have their minds read by Russian telepaths) gets to work and finds two American telepaths waiting for him to dispose of them. One claims to be his mother.
The characters are stereotypes, and the story presumes wide-spread mind-reading abilities and a great deal of control over the talent. I found it a bit hard to believe.