_Tuesday, 16 May._ Lambertson got back from Boston about two thisafternoon. He was tired; I don't think I've ever seen Lambertson sotired. It was more than just exhaustion, too. Maybe anger? Frustration?I couldn't be sure. It seemed more like _defeat_ than anything else, andhe went straight from the 'copter to his office without even stoppingoff at the lab at all.It's good to have him back, though! Not that I haven't had a nice enoughrest. With Lambertson gone, Dakin took over the reins for the week, butDakin doesn't really count, poor man. It's such a temptation to twisthim up and get him all confused that I didn't do any real _work_ allweek. With Lambertson back I'll have to get down to the grind again, butI'm still glad he's here. I never thought I'd miss him so, for such ashort time away.But I wish he'd gotten a rest, if he ever rests! And I wish I knew whyhe went to Boston in the first place. Certainly he didn't _want_ to go.I wanted to read him and find out, but I don't think I'm supposed toknow yet. Lambertson didn't want to talk. He didn't even tell me he wasback, even though he knew I'd catch him five miles down the road. (I cando that now, with Lambertson. Distance doesn't seem to make so muchdifference any more if I just ignore it.)So all I got was bits and snatches on the surface of his mind. Somethingabout me, and Dr. Custer; and a nasty little man called Aarons orBarrons or something. I've heard of him somewhere, but I can't pin itdown right now. I'll have to dig that out later, I guess.But if he saw Dr. Custer, _why doesn't he tell me about it_? * * * * *_Wednesday, 17 May._ It was _Aarons_ that he saw in Boston, and now I'msure that something's going wrong. I know that man. I remember him froma long time ago, back when I was still at Bairdsley, long before I camehere to the Study Center. He was the consulting psychiatrist, and Idon't think I could ever forget him, even if I tried!