t do you look like? How
many arms and legs do you have?_

_Two of each._

Her mind was very alert and active. She could think with great clarity.
_Describe yourself._ She received a mental impression of him.

She let out her breath. He was human, after all; as human as anybody.
And handsome.

She laughed softly with relief: since he has never been able to find
anyone like himself, he thought _I_ was from another planet!

_Eh?_

_Describe yourself again._

He complied.

Suddenly she knew with absolute certainty that this was the one she was
looking for. Out of all the people on earth, here was a man made for
her.

_Could you put your hand through a wooden door?_

_Of course._

She smiled happily. She meant to have him.

_Hello._

_Hello._

There was silence.

She wrinkled her forehead and tapped her knee. He had ceased
transmitting.

He'll be back, she thought with satisfaction. I wonder what size suit he
wears? I think I'll buy him a nice wool one. I want my husband to look
presentable.

Smiling, she went to the phone. She called her bank and ordered her
account transferred to the all-night branch in Los Angeles. She wanted
to have her money available so she could leave town to go to him the
moment she found out where he lived: or (assuming he came to her) to
have it handy so she could leave town with him the moment he proposed to
her--even if it were in the middle of the night.

After that, she went to the door and put her hand through it.

I'm going to have to figure this out, she thought. If I figure out how I
did it, I'm sure I can teach other people. I'm no different than they
are; and I don't intend to be.

She went back to the bed and sat down and began to think.

And she discovered that she could remember the greater part of
everything she'd ever read.

CHAPTER IV

Calvin practiced teleportation for endless hours. He kept the metal ball
Forential had given him in almost constant motion.

He would exclaim delightedly and hurl it toward one of the twenty-seven
other mutants in his compartment. Until the time he hit John in the back
of the head with it, his intended victims had always parried it. John
lay in a pool of blood, and Calvin began to cry--loud, shrill wails of
despair and contrition. When Forential came, he knew instinctively what
had happened.

Calvin represented the only failure the aliens had experienced in their
mutation program; ten years ago his mind had