Stop Look and Dig
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The Project Gutenberg EBook of Stop Look and Dig by George O. Smith This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at http://www.guten- berg.org/license Title: Stop Look and Dig Author: George O. Smith Release Date: November 29, 2006 [Ebook 19963] Language: English ***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK STOP LOOK AND DIG*** Stop Look and Dig by George O. Smith Edition 1, (November 29, 2006) [051] Stop Look and Dig BY GEORGE O. SMITH ILLUSTRATED BY SMITH The enlightened days of mental telepathy and ESP should have made the world a better place, But the minute the Rhine Institute opened up, all the crooks decided it was time to go collegiate! Someone behind me in the dark was toting a needle-ray. The impression came through so strong that I could almost read the filed-off serial number of the thing, but the guy himself I couldn't dig at all. I stopped to look back but the only sign of life I could see was the fast flick of taxicab lights as they crossed an intersection about a half mile back. I stepped into a doorway so that I could think and stay out of the line of fire at the same time. The impression of the needle-ray did not get any stronger, and that tipped me off. The bird was following me.

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TheProjectGutenbergEBookofStopLookandDigbyGeorgeO.SmithThiseBookisfortheuseofanyoneanywhereatnocostandwithalmostnorestrictionswhatsoever.Youmaycopyit,giveitawayorre-useitunderthetermsoftheProjectGutenbergLicenseincludedwiththiseBookoronlineathttp://www.guten-berg.org/licenseTitle:StopLookandDigAuthor:GeorgeO.SmithReleaseDate:November29,2006[Ebook19963]Language:English***STARTOFTHEPROJECTGUTENBERGEBOOKSTOPLOOKANDDIG***
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StopLookandDigBYILGLEUOSRTGREATO.ESDMBIYTHSMITHTheenlighteneddaysofmentaltelepathyandESPshouldhavemadetheworldabetterplace,ButtheminutetheRhineInstituteopenedup,allthecrooksdecideditwastimetogocollegiate!Someonebehindmeinthedarkwastotinganeedle-ray.TheimpressioncamethroughsostrongthatIcouldalmostreadthefiled-offserialnumberofthething,buttheguyhimselfIcouldn'tdigatall.IstoppedtolookbackbuttheonlysignoflifeIcouldseewasthefastflickoftaxicablightsastheycrossedanintersectionaboutahalfmileback.IsteppedintoadoorwaysothatIcouldthinkandstayoutofthelineoffireatthesametime.Theimpressionoftheneedle-raydidnotgetanystronger,andthattippedmeoff.Thebirdwasfollowingme.Hewasnopeace-lovingcitizenbecausehonestmendonotcartweaponswiththeserialnumbersfiledoff.Thereforethecharactertailingmewasahotpapawithaburnerchargelabelled"SteveHammond"inhisneedler.Iconcentrated,buttheonlyimpressionIcouldgetwouldhavespecifiedninety-eightmenoutofahundredanywhere.Hewasshorterthanmysix-feet-twoandlighterthanmyone-ninety.Icouldguessthathewasbetterlooking.I'dhadmyfeaturesarrangedbyablockeddropkicktheyearbeforetheNationalFootballLeagueruledtheRhineInstituteoutbecauseofouruse50[]10[]25
2StopLookandDigofmentalsandperceptives.Igaveuptrying--Iwanteddetailsandnotanoverallpictureofahotbirdcarryingaburner.IwonderedifIcouldmakearunforit.Iletmysenseofperceptiondigthestreetahead,casingeverybumpandirregularity.IpassedplaceswhereIcouldzigouttotakecoverinfrontoftelephonepoles,andotherplaceswhereIcouldzagintotakecoverbeyondfrontstepsandthelike.IletmyperceptionrunuptheblockandbythetimeIgottotheendofmyrange,IknewthatblockjustaswellasifI'dmadeapractiseruninthedaytime.AtthispointIgotashock.Thehotpapawascomingupthesidewalkhellbentfordestruction.Hewasamentalsensitive,andhehadbeenfollowingmythoughtswhilemysenseofperceptionmadeitstrialrunupthestreet.Hewasrunninglikethedeviltocatchupwithmymindandburnitdownperschedule.Itmusthavecomeasquiteashocktohimwhenherealizedthatwhilethemindhewasreadingwasrunninglikehellupthestreet,thehardoldbodywasstandinginthedoorwaywaitingforhim.Idoveoutofmyhidingplaceashecameclose.Iwantedtotacklehimhardandasksomepointedquestions.HesawmeasIsawhimskiddingtoanunbalancedstop,andtherewasthedullglintofmetalinhisrighthand.Hisneedle-raycameswingingupandIwentformyarmpit.Ifoundtimetocursemyownstupidityfornothavinghardwareinmyownfistatthemoment.ButthenIhadmyrodinmyfist.Ifeltthehotscorchoftheneedlegoingoffjustovermyshoulder,andthencamethegodawfulracketofmyancientforty-five.Thebigslugcaughthimhighinthebellyandtossedhimback.Itfoldedhimoveranddroppedhiminthegutterwhiletheechoesofmycannonwerestillracketingbackandforthupanddownthequietstreet.Ihadjustenoughtimetodighiswallet,pockets,andbillfoldbeforethewholeneighborhoodwasupandout.SirenshowledinthedistanceandfromaboveIcouldhearthethinwailofa
3jetcopter.Someoneopenedawindowandcalled:"What'sgoingonoutthere?Cutitout!""Teaparty,"Icalledback."Goinvitethecops,Tommy."Thewindowslammeddownagain.Hedidn'thavetoinvitethelaw.Itarrivedinthreegroundcruisersandtwojetcopteremergencysquadsthatcameclosinginlikeacollapsingballoon.TheleaderofthesquadronwasaLieutenantWilliamsonwhomI'dnevermetbefore.Butheknewallaboutmebeforethe'copterhittheground.Icouldalmostfeelhissenseofperceptionfriskingmefromtheskinoutward,goingthroughmywalletandinspectingthePrivateOperator'slicenseandmyWeapon-Permit.IfoundoutlaterthatWilliamsonwasaRhineScholarwithaBachelor'sDegreeinPerception,whichputhimheadandshouldersoverme.Hecametothepointatonce."Anyideasaboutthis,Hammond?"Ishookmyhead."Nope,"Ireplied.Helookedatoneofhis.nemTheothermannodded."He'slevelling,"hesaid."Nowlook,Hammond,"saidthelieutenantpointedly,"You'recleanandweknowit.Buthotpapasdon'tgooutforfun.Whywashetryingtoburnyou?""Iwouldn'tknow.I'masblankasanyperceptivewhenitcomestoreadingminds.Iwashopingtocollecthimwholeenoughtoaskquestions,butheforcedmyhand."Ilookedtowheresomeoftheclean-upsquadweretuckingthecorpseintoabasket."ItwasoneofthefewtimesI'dhavehappilyswappedmyperceptionfortheabilitytoreadamind."Thelieutenantnoddedunhappily."Mindtellingmewhyyouwerewanderingaroundinthisneighborhood?Youdon'tbelonghere,youknow.""Iwasdoingthejobthatmostprivateeyesdo.Iwastailingagentwhowasplayinggamesoffthereservation.""You'vegoneintothisguy'swallet,ofcourse?"Inodded."Sure.HewasPeterRambaugh,agethirty,and----"[[005543]]
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5"Don'tbother.Iknowtherest.Icanaddonlyoneitemthatyoumaynotknow.Rampaughwasapaidhotboy,suspectedofplayingwithScarmann'smob.""I'vehadnodealingswithScarmann,Lieutenant."TheLieutenantnoddedabsently.Itseemedtobeahabitwithhim,probablytocoveruphisthinking-time.Finallyhesaid,"Hammond,you'reclean.AssoonasIidentifiedyouItookadigofyourfolderatheadquarters.You'reabitroughandfastonthatprehistoriccannonofyours,but----""Youmeanyoucandigafolderatcentralfilesallthewayfromhere?""Idid."Herewasarealesperforyou.I'vegotarangeofabouttwoblocksforgood,solid,permanentthingslikebuildingsandstreet-cartracks,butunfamiliarthingsgetfoggyataboutahalfablock.IcandiglethalmachinerycominginmydirectionforaboutablockandahalfbecauseI'mabitsensitiveaboutsuchthings.IlookedatLieutenantWilliamsonandsaid,"Witharangelikeyours,howcomethere'sanycrimeinthistownatall?"Heshookhisheadslowly."Crimedoesn'toutuntilit'scom-mitted,"hesaid."You'llrememberhowfastwegothereafteryoupulledthetrigger.Butyou'reclean,Hammond.Justcometotheinquestandtellall.""Icango?""Youcango.Butjusttokeepyououtofanymoretrouble,I'llhaveoneofthejetcoptersdropyouoffathome.Mind?""Nope.Butisn'tthatmorethanthepoliceareusedtodoing?"Heeyedmeamusedly."IfIwereamental,"hesaid,"IcouldreadyourmindandknowthatyouwereformingthenotionofcallingonScarmannandaskinghimwhat-for.ButsinceI'monlyamind-blankesper,allIcandoistofallbackonexperienceandguesswork.DoImakemyselfclear?"]550[
650[]6StopLookandDigLieutenantWilliamson'sguess-workandexperiencewereusgoodasmentalsensitivity,butIdidn'tthinkitwisetoadmitthatIhadbeenconsideringjustexactlyhowtogettoScarmann.IwasquicklyandfirmlyconvoyedhomeinajetcopterbutonceIsawthemtakeoffIwalkedoutoftheapartmentagain.IhadmoreorlesstacitlyagreednottogolookingforScar-mann,butIhadnotmentionedtakingadigattheapartmentofthedeardeparted,PeterRambaugh.Rambaugh'splacewasuptownandthefrontdoorwasprotect-edbyaneighttumblercylinderjobthatwouldhavetaxedthebestofesperlockpicks.ButtherewasaserviceentranceinbackthatwasnotlockedandItookit.Theelevatorwasaself-servicejob,andRambaugh'sbackdoorwaslockedonasnaplatchthataplayfulkittencouldhaveopened.Idugtheplaceforafewminutesandfounditclean,soIwentinandtookamorecareful.koolThedeskwasnotparticularlyinteresting.Justpapersandlettersandunpaidbills.Thedresserinthebedroomwasthesame,exceptingforthebottomdrawer.Thatwasfilledwithafinecollectionofneedle-raysandstungunsandonebigforceblasterthatcouldblowaholeinabrickwall.Noneofthemhadtheirserialnumbersintact.ButbehindareproductionofaGainsboroughpaintingwasawallsafethatmusthavebeenbuiltbeforeRhineInstitutediscov-eredthekeytoman'slatentabilities.InsideofthistincanwasacollectionofphotographsthatmusthavebroughtRambaughanicesuminthemonthswhenthemurderbusinesswentslack.Icouldn'tquitedigthemclearbecauseIdidn'tknowanyofthepeopleinvolved,andIdidn'ttrytoohardbecausethereweresomelettersandnotesthatmightleadmeintotheanswertowhyRambaughwashotburningforme.Ifiddledwiththedialforaboutfifteenminutes,watchingthetumblersandthelittlewheelsgoaround.Thenitwentclickand
7Iturnedthehandleandopenedthedoor.IwasstandingtherewithbothhandsdeepinRambaugh'ssafewhenIheardanoisebehindme.Iwhirledandslidasideallinonemotionandmyhandstreakedformyarmpitandcameoutwiththefortyfive.Itwasawomanandshewascarryingnothingmorelethalthanthefountainpeninherpurse.Sheblanchedwhenshesawmyforty-fiveswingingtowardshermiddle,butshetookadeepbreathwhenIhalteditinmidair."Ididn'tmeantostartleyou,"sheapologized."Startle,hell!"Iblurted."Youscaredmeoutofmyshoes."Idugherpurse.Besidetheusualfemalejunkshehadawalletcontainingacoupleofcharge-accountplates,adriver'slicense,andahospitalcard,allmadeouttoMissMarthaFranklin.MissFranklinwasabouttwenty-four,andshewasastrawberryblondewiththepaleskinandblueeyesthatgoeswiththehair.Igatheredthatshedidn'tbelongthereanymorethanIdid."Idon't,Mr.Hammond,"shesaid.SoMarthaFranklinwasamentalsensitive."Iam,"shetoldme."That'showIcametobehere.""I'mesper.You'llhavetoexplaininwordsofonesyllablebecauseIcan'treadyou.""Iwasnotfarawaywhenyoucutloosewiththatfield-pieceofyours,"shesaidflatly."SoIreadyourintentiontocomehere.I'vebeenfollowingyouatmentalrangeeversince.""Why?""BecausethereissomethinginthatsafeIwantverymuch."Ilookedatheragain.Shedidnotlookthetypetogetintoawk-wardsituations.Shecoloredslightlyandsaid,"Oneindiscretiondoesn'tmakeatramp,Mr.Hammond."Inodded."Wantitintactorburned?"Iasked."Burned,please,"shesaid,smilingweaklyatmeformyintention.Ismiledback.]750[