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No. I told nobody, either, Macintosh said. But Crandall knows Im a cop that’s trying to talk to Mrs. Wendel. Isn’t that it? He shone the light on the two-inch-thick insulated cable running from the base of the fuse box and down the wall, held by old, rusty metal clips all the way to the floor. Here, it disappeared into a small hole in the wood. Roy grabbed the bottom of the cable and wrenched it free of the clips. Then he yanked it up, hard. It rose a few inches, giving him the slack he had prayed for. He began sawing through the cable with the knife. I said:Okey, kid, youre right and the world’s wrong. Remember this is Reno. Remember this Chief should know what he’s talking about. Shes got a compost heap a mile high in her back yard, Buck said. Chapter Ten They entered a huge oak-panelled room that was as dimly lit as the hall, even after Roy had turned on all the lights, including the bedside lamps. There were tall windows with chintz drapes and a very high four-poster bed. The polished wooden floorboards were covered with faded Oriental rugs. On the wall facing the bed, beside the door to the en suite bathroom, was a life-size crucifix, with a Christ who was truly in pain. But the view out across the grounds, even in this weather, did have the wow factor. A hooded head, with tiny eye slits, lit from below like the stags head, appeared in the window. Pointing a shotgun straight at him. Freddie? She whirled and went out of the room and I could hear her running down the hall toward her own room. I began to see plenty of reason why Macintosh and Kirby were playing along with me. It began to tie together a bit more. Gino Kucci was in the picture a bit more, for one thing. He was the high-riding pimp type. Crandall could be either the lawyer for the bunch that was handling dope and girls or he could be the deal proper. Macintosh would be a Government man, probably working some lone-wolf angle and not getting definite evidence that would tie in the big boys. Kirby could be after the same thing; I knew he didnt mind a rough town but that he wanted a clean town. The business I was on might tie in with the other and give them something that would stand in court. § 1. If, as laid down in the two preceding chapters, the foundation of all sciences, even deductive or demonstrative sciences, is Induction; if every step in the ratiocinations even of geometry is an act of induction; and if a train of reasoning is but bringing many inductions to bear upon the same subject of inquiry, and drawing a case within one induction by means of another; wherein lies the peculiar certainty always ascribed to the sciences which are entirely, or almost entirely, deductive? Why are they called the Exact Sciences? Why are mathematical certainty, and the evidence of demonstration, common phrases to express the very highest degree of assurance attainable by reason? Why are mathematics by almost all philosophers, and (by some) even those branches of natural philosophy which, through the medium of mathematics, have been converted into deductive sciences, considered to be independent of the evidence of experience and observation, and characterized as systems of Necessary Truth? She flushed as she realized she had emphasized the Mr. and Mr.s, and that Merton Ostrander had been quick enough to understand and to smile a little at that emphasis. dead pencil knot § 3. The negative argument is, that, whether inconceivability be good evidence or bad, no stronger evidence is to be obtained. That what is inconceivable can not be true, is postulated in every act of thought. It is the foundation of all our original premises. Still more it is assumed in all conclusions from those premises. The invariability of belief, tested by the inconceivableness of its negation,is our sole warrant for every demonstration. Logic is simply a systematization of the process by which we indirectly obtain this warrant for beliefs that do not directly possess it. To gain the strongest conviction possible respecting any complex fact, we either analytically descend from it by successive steps, each of which we unconsciously test by the inconceivableness of its negation, until we reach some axiom or truth which we have similarly tested; or we synthetically ascend from such axiom or truth by such steps. In either case we connect some isolated belief, with a belief which invariably exists, by a series of intermediate beliefs which invariably exist. The following passage sums up the theory: “When we perceive that the negation of the belief is inconceivable, we have all possible warrant for asserting the invariability of its existence: and in asserting this, we express alike our logical justification of it, and the inexorable necessity we are under of holding it.... We have seen that this is the assumption on which every conclusion whatever ultimately rests. We have no other guarantee for the reality of consciousness, of sensations, of personal existence; we have no other guarantee for any axiom; we have no other guarantee for any step in a demonstration. Hence, as being taken for granted in every act of the understanding, it must be regarded as the Universal Postulate. But as this postulate, which we are under an “inexorable necessity of holding true, is sometimes false; as “beliefs that once were shown by the inconceivableness of their negations to invariably exist, have since been found untrue, and as “beliefs that nowpossess this character may some day share the same fate; the canon of belief laid down by Mr. Spencer is, that “the most certain conclusion is that “which involves the postulate the fewest times. Reasoning, therefore, never ought to prevail against one of the immediate beliefs (the belief in Matter, in the outward reality of Extension, Space, and the like), because each of these involves the postulate only once; while an argument, besides involving it in the premises, involves it again in every step of the ratiocination, no one of the successive acts of inference being recognized as valid except because we can not conceive the conclusion not to follow from the premises. I was watching Joey Frees face and I didn’t expect the look he put on. It had everything in it. Shock, surprise, bewilderment, and I’m damned if he didn’t look as though he wanted to laugh on top of it all. He stood up there holding his drink and staring at the door. All he could remember was walking up the steps to the front door. It had opened and he had seen an angry woman with her arm raised, holding what looked like a cosh, a split second before she brought it crashing down. Im sorry, I’m not sure I understand. Why was your brother coming there?.