Jake now favored me with his normal smile, which would scarcely have wilted a flower at three hundred paces. “Please to meet up with you. You a dummy?”
“I can talk,” I said. “But I learn more from just listening.”
“A wisey, huh?” Jake swung around to the Professor. “Say, Rogers said for me to collect his split, too.”
“Very well.” Professor Hermann reached for his wallet and laid three engraved portraits of Benjamin Franklin on the table. Jake covered them with one big fist.
“Thanks,” he said.
“You did a good job. I’m glad the Lewis question came out before my envelope.”
“Kept my eye on it,” Jake answered. “I could of given her a cold reading if you’da let me.”
“None of that, if you please. Just follow orders when you work with me. I shall call you for something else in a few days. Meanwhile, stick to your pitch here. Forget the Mrs. Hubbard angle. It’s washed up. Too risky for such small stakes.”
“Gotcha.”
“And that goes for Rogers, too. He has other assignments to carry out for me.”
“Yeah. Well, be seeing you.”
We left. The Professor walked out to the beach and headed for the water’s edge. Surf lathered the tan cheek of the beach. He stood frowning off into the darkness.
“Now I understand,” I said. “You couldn’t possibly fail, could you? Because you rigged it all from the beginning. You planted a phony medium just to pull that stunt, so there never was a chance of anything going wrong.”
The wind tore the chuckle out of his mouth and carried it away across the water. “Of course. I never permit any margin for error. And this little affair tonight was more important than you know. Lorna Lewis had to be convinced. She is my opening wedge into the movie colony and the big money beyond that.
“You will find that I plan my projects perfectly. Everything we do will be carefully calculated in advance. That way we cannot fail. I will want your complete confidence. And I shall pay for it. Not with hundred-dollar handouts. I’m talking about real money now—thousands, perhaps millions. For me. For you.”
His white face stared up at me. “We can take over this town, you and I. Not with a phony cult or a fly-by-night racket. We’re going after the top, the cream. We’ll get next to them, get under their skin, get into their minds. We’ll start out by advising and analyzing them—but we’ll end up running their lives. We’re going to own them, body and soul!
“Today you saw me arrange events so that Lorna Lewis would ask me for help. If my plans work out, six months from now, I’ll order her to do anything I wish. And she’ll do it. She and dozens of others like her.
“That’s why I need you. That’s why I found you. Because this calls for a front man—young, good-looking, persuasive. He’ll work directly with the women and with the men, too. Of course, you must be trained for the role and that will take time. It will not be easy, for there’s so much to learn. The arts of social presence. Metaphysics. Psychiatry. Theology. Your personality must be molded for aggression and command. I am the guiding hand—you will be the instrument, ground to perfection for our work.
“I shall demand strict obedience, insist that you follow the program I lay down for you. But in return, you will receive everything you’ve always wanted. Fame, wealth, power.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I can sense it in you—that drive, that urge for power. Power over them alclass="underline" the sleek, slim women you’ve never been able to have, and the hard, smug domineering men who’ve always ignored you. You can rule them if you wish, make them do anything you desire. Judges, doctors, politicians, financiers—the whole pack will come fawning at your heels, licking your fingers and whimpering for what you can give them.”
The surf lashed at my feet, the wind tore at my face, and his voice rode the surf and the wind to beat me down. Darkness and a white face and a voice that hinted and promised...
I had to say something. “But look, you can’t do this to people. Maybe they’ll fall for a line, but sooner or later they find out. I don’t feel right, selling them something phony.”
He laughed. “And yet you wanted to be a radio or television announcer.”
“That’s different—”
“Is it? Is it any more honest to read off gaudy lies about the nonexistent benefits of soap and toothpaste than it is to advocate self-help? You’d be perfectly willing to tell millions of pimply, bloated hags that they can become lovely and alluring if they buy a cake of perfumed fat to drop into their bath water. Isn’t that the same thing?”
“Well, not exactly. I mean—”
“Be honest with yourself, now. You’d have no scruples about trying to run people’s lives as a radio announcer, would you? You’d sell anything, use any threat or method. Fill poor little adolescent know-nothings with self-conscious fear, droning horrible warnings about acne and bad breath and perspiration odors. Frighten old folks with grave hints about the dreadful dangers of constipation and upset stomach. You’d promise wealth, success and happiness by inference to anyone who obeys your commands—runs down to the corner druggist, the neighborhood grocer, buys this, uses that, eats whatever you want to sell. Yes, and if your studio handed you the script, you’d use your best voice to shout the merits of a crooked politician, the virtues of a dishonest business policy. And yet you’re squeamish!”
I nodded. “Maybe you’re right, when you put it that way. But I still don’t think you can get away with your plans. There may be a few idiots who want to be fooled—who go for all the isms and ologies that come along. But most people are fairly sensible, after all. And I don’t see—”
“You will. Come along and I’ll show you.”
He led the way back across the beach. We nearly stumbled over a couple huddled on a blanket. The unshaven man in the T-shirt was fumbling at a high-school girl. Without removing his hands he raised his head and said, “W’yncha watch where tha hell ya goin’ta, ya dumb basserds?”
The Professor nodded and whispered. “We’re back in the world of normal people, my friend. Look at them.”
I looked.
The beach came alive all around me. A brawny, tow-headed man passed me, brushing so closely in the darkness that I could see his tattooed arm and smell the stench of tobacco from between his rotted teeth. He was grinning down at a giggling girl whose voice rose to a shriek as he dragged her into the water by her ankles.
“Oooooh, Ernie!” she yapped. “Oooooh, ya dog!”
A cannibalistic circle huddled around a small fire, gorging on half-raw weenies and rancid dill pickles. Troglodyte faces gaped in the firelight. A wrinkled, wizened old man’s head: white, bushy hair and beetling black brows that moved convulsively as he chewed with his whole face. There was a fat, blobby woman with stringy hair and a red neck; the rest of her flesh hung in dead white folds, broken here and there by bulging purplish veins that stood out like mountain ranges on a relief map. She slapped at a screaming brat with one beefy hand, slopping beer from a punctured can clutched in the other. A bullet-headed youth squatted next to a portable radio, fiddling with the volume control and scratching the hairy recesses of his armpits.
“Welcome to the world,” whispered the Professor.
A big kid hit a little kid. A broad-shouldered man whose back was covered with black fur now stood on his hands and walked over a group of three tittering girls who lay on a blanket exhibiting their charms—shaved armpits, vaccination scars, flabby breasts, hennaed curls on pimple-pitted foreheads. Two hulking sailors hurled a beach ball into the group, growling with oafish laughter to compel attention. A baby began to whimper in the darkness. We moved on, away from there.