Indirection

Indirection, by Everett B. Cole

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Title: Indirection
Author: Everett B. Cole
Illustrator: Freas
Release Date: November 5, 2007 [EBook #23339]
Language: English
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INDIRECTION
The best way to keep a secret is to publish it in a quite unbelievable
form--and insist that it is the truth.

BY EVERETT B. COLE
Illustrated by Freas
Elwar Forell leaned back in his chair, looking about the small dining
salon. The usual couples were there, he noticed. Of course, the faces
were different from those of last evening, but the poses were similar.
And the people were there for the same reasons. They were enjoying
the food and drinks, just as many others had enjoyed them before. But
like all those others, their greater enjoyment was in the company of one
another. Forell glanced at the vacant chair across the table from him
and sighed.
It would be nice, he thought, if-- But any arrangement involving a
permanent companion would be hardly practical under his
circumstances. After all, prudence dictated limits.
He picked up his cup and drained it, then leaned back and beckoned the
waiter over.
"The reckoning, please," he ordered.
He looked again at the letter on the table before him, then folded it and
put it in his pocket. It was well, he thought. His latest book of fairy
tales and fantasy had enjoyed good acceptance. And the check in the
letter had been of satisfactory size. He smiled to himself. There were
compensations in this job of his. It seemed to be profitable to have a
purpose other than the obvious and usual one.
He paid his bill and left the restaurant, to walk slowly along the street,
enjoying the mild, spring air.
As he passed a sidewalk café, a man beckoned from one of the tables.
"Oh, Forell," he called. "I was hoping I'd see you this evening." He held
up a book.
"Just finished your 'Tales of the Sorcerers,'" he added. "Some of those

yarns of yours seem almost real."
Elwar Forell nodded. They should, he thought. Factual material,
however disguised, often shines through its fictional background. And
he had an inexhaustible source of material, drawn from many sources.
He twisted his face into a gratified smile.
"That's my objective," he said aloud. "I do all in my power to place the
reader inside the story."
Charo Andorra nodded. "It's the secret of good fiction, I know," he
admitted, "and every storyteller tries to do it. But I seem to see more
than that in your stuff. There's an almost believable pattern." He
hesitated. "You know, while I'm reading it, I can almost see beings of
superior powers walking the earth. And sometimes, I visualize us
working with them." He laughed shortly.
"Of course, I may be more credulous and imaginative than most.
Probably why I'm a critic. And I really should know better." He looked
down at the book in his hands.
"But that stuff of yours can be mighty convincing." He tilted his head.
"Somehow, I can't help but look at some of the old legends--and some
of the things that have happened in more recent years, too. Can't help
but wonder if we actually are babes of the cosmos, and if we haven't
been visited and watched by some form of extra-planetary life at one
time or another."
Forell looked closely at his friend. Andorra, he knew, was a clear
thinker in his own right. And he just might start a serious analysis--and
publish it. He grimaced. It wasn't time for that, he knew. Many years
must pass before it would be time.
He placed a hand on the back of Andorra's chair, remembering the
words of one of the teachers.
"Remember, Elwar," he had been told, "your objective is clear, but
your methods must be most indirect--even unclear. Some things you

must obscure in a mass of obviously imaginative detail, while you bring
others to the fore. You must hint. You must suggest. You should never
fully explain or deny. And you must never be guilty of definite, direct
falsehood.
"There may come a time when you will be directly questioned--when
discovery of your real background and purpose seems imminent, and
you will have to take positive action. For such an eventuality, I cannot
outline any steps, or even any definite plan of action,