The Other Place by J B Priestly (Valancourt Books)
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and you are reasonably prosperous. I gather we all have our financial worries these days. Of course, I know I have. He produced a mechanical sort of laugh like an actor in a comedy that had been running too long. And Mr Patterson echoed him like another board actor. Then Dr Smith looked grave and pointed his pen at Mr Patterson as if he might shoot him with it. So I think we can eliminate all that side, Mr Patterson. Oh, yes, certainly. Certainly said Mr Patterson. Hurriedly not smiling now. Well, now said Dr Smith poison his pen of off the paper again. Tell me what's been troubling you, Mr. Patterson hesitated. Before I tell you the whole Storey. Can I ask you a question? Dr. Smith frowned as if his patient had made an improper suggestion. If you think it might help, yes, I think it would said Mr Patterson, because I'd like to know roughly where you stand before I begin to explain. He waited a moment. Dr. Smith, do you believe there is a kind of evil principle in the universe, a sort of super devil that is working hard to ruin humanity and has its agents who must really be minor devils or demons living among us as people. Do you believe that? Certainly not, replied Dr Smith. Without any hesitation at all. That's merely a superstitious fancy, for which there is no scientific evidence. Whatever. It's easy to understand, though we needn't go into all that now, why anybody even today suffering from emotional stress might be possessed by such an absurd belief. But of course, it's mere fantasy, entirely subjective in origin. And the notion that this evil principle could have its agents among us might be very dangerous. Indeed, it could produce a very serious anti social effects. You realise that, Mr Patterson? Oh, yes, I do. I mean, at certain times when? Well, when I've been able to look at it is you're looking at it, doctor. But most times I can't. And that I suppose, Mr Patterson added with a one smile, is why I'm here. Then Mum, for once was glad George Flemming was such a brassy sort of chap here without the funeral. Once we don't want it again, cried George. He's gone. And that's that. And I'm not going to pretend I'm sorry. He never liked me and I never liked him, if you ask me, he looked like a pain in the neck and he was one. Every time George Young Steve shouted I couldn't agree more cried Joyce, who picked up a lot of fancy talk at work even if she didn't pick up much money there. Let me finish, said George, frowning at the young Gregson CZ, for whom he was more than a match. You've got this 150 quid, ma, and you don't know what to do with it, right? Well, I got an idea, something we could all enjoy. This was more like it. Mom gave him an encouraging smile. And what would that be? George Copithorne began fastening his dispatch case. Then he stood up. The other man was standing two. And now their eyes met on this new level at a much closer range. Cop Thorne did not propose to be out. Stared. He was used to handling all sorts of men, but he found himself blinking. There was something curiously luminous about this fellow stare. The carriage was darker, Of course. For now, leading turns grimy station was closing rounds. Um, these six people, I hope to talk to the man was saying ATT least struggling to be alive. So the two or 3000 I shall talk to Cobb Thorn hurt himself, saying, I am afraid not, said the other quite calmly. Most people in leading turn, like most people elsewhere, are either asleep or dead. Cobb Thorne had meant to turn away to reach for his bag, but this pronouncement was really too much, that seems to me a most stupid and arrogant statement. He cried angrily and then tried to turn away, but found that he couldn't very well came the voice, as if remotely from behind the stare that was now a luminous haze, you will see.