he
landowners must sign them but both the realty outfit and he, as
Lawrence's attorney-in-fact, as well. Could he sign for Lawrence if
Joyce had spilled?... No, it was only a dream. Joyce was so _very_
stable!

Three A.M. He had dreamt of Standskill, tall, lean Standskill striding
through the lovely early morning along the Champs Elysees, moving
purposefully. He had even dreamt he had for a moment invaded
Standskill's mind and caught the lawyer's pounding thought, "Lawrence!
_Buy_, Lawrence!" Oh, but that would never do. The service psis would
catch Standskill, would test the ethics of it now that Joyce had
spilled, would cause Standskill to be disbarred. But Standskill didn't
know! A dream. _A lunatic dream._

Four A.M. The coincidence of the timing of his wakings struck him
then. For a moment the latest dream eluded him and then the sense of
airless cold, a bleak, cratered landscape, stark stars staring in a
lunar night swept coldly across his mind. He shivered, drew the
blanket over him, thought: _How many shares? Six thousand? I can do
it. I'll contact the broker in the morning. Six thousand at two
hundred per. One million two hundred thousand dollars._

But that would raise the price, the attempt to buy so many shares. You
can't buy a million plus in one stock without driving the price
up--_unless you manage to buy all the shares at once_! If only he
could persuade--psionically persuade--but he couldn't! It wasn't
ethical.

His mind drifted.... I'll call the broker in the morning. Perhaps he
can start picking up some of the independent shares when the market
opens. If only he could snag the four thousand that--what was that
name in Lawrence's mind?--yes, Redgrave! The four thousand that
Redgrave has! That would be a start!

Redgrave had always fought Lawrence tooth and nail. Lawrence would
derive vast personal satisfaction from seeing Redgrave an
_ex_-stockholder. Thankless cad! Investment in the corporation had
helped make Redgrave a very wealthy man. Lawrence stock was only part
of his vast holdings. Redgrave was definitely out of the red!

Black chuckled, then told himself that this was a grave and not a
laughing matter. Sleep was coming again.... _Out of the red. Grave.
Redgrave!_

Five A.M. He awoke in a cold sweat.... This time the dream came back
slowly, drenching him with fear as it came. It was sheer madness, this
dream! To have even considered investing in Lawrence Applied Atomics!
The Governme