The Dragon in the Sea

"No, Obe. A church provides a common bond for people, a clear line of communication." He shook his head. "Unless BuPsych can uncover telepathy or absolute proof of the hereafter, it can't substitute for religion. The sooner we face that, the sooner we'll be able to offer --"



Dr. Oberhausen slapped his hand on the desk top. "Religion is not scientific! It's faith!" He said faith as he might have said dirty.



He's needling me, thought Ramsey. He said, "Okay, Obe. All I'm saying is this: We don't have a substitute for religion. But we're offering our so-called science as a substitute. That's all I'm --"



"So-called?"



"How many distinct schools of psychology can you name?"



Dr. Oberhausen smiled thinly. "At least as many as there are distinct religions."



"We're following the pattern even there," said Ramsey.



The BuPsych chief chuckled. "Did I interrupt a chain of thought?"



Ramsey paused. "Only that I've never met a psychoanalyst who didn't -- at least subconsciously -- offer his system as a substitute for religion. Present company included. We set ourselves up as little gods -all-knowing, all-healing. People resent that and rightly. We have polite labels for our failures. We agree among ourselves that anything bearing one of those labels is, of course, incurable."



Dr. Oberhausen's voice held a sense of remoteness. "That's quite an indictment, Johnny. Do I take it that you've been converted by our good Captain Sparrow?"



Ramsey leaned back, laughed. "Hell, no! I'm just going to stop posing as a messiah."



Dr. Oberhausen took a deep breath. "That's encouraging."



"And I guess I'll go on poking around inside people's minds. If that describes whatever it is we do." He smiled. "I'll keep on being a psychologist."



"What do you expect to find?"



Ramsey was silent a moment, then: "A good scientist doesn't expect to find anything, Obe. He reports what he sees."



Dr. Oberhausen clasped his hands. "If you find God, please let me know."



"I'll do that." Ramsey forced briskness into his voice. "As long as we're clearing up loose ends, what about me? When do I get out of this damned uniform and into my nice new department of BuPsych?"



Dr. Oberhausen pushed his chair back, resting his hands on the edge of the desk. He tipped his head down, appeared to be staring at the bat-eye box. "First, you'll have to play out your hero role. The President's going to pin medals on all of you. That's Belland's doing. By the way, the admiral has given Mrs. Garcia a job in his department, his polite way of keeping her under surveillance. But it works out for the best of all concerned."



"In this best of all possible worlds," said Ramsey. He sensed hesitancy in Dr. Oberhausen's manner. "But when do I get out of the service?"



Dr. Oberhausen lifted his chin. "I may not be able to get you out immediately, Johnny."



Ramsey felt pressure building up inside him. "Why?"



"Well, you're a hero. They'll want to exploit that." The BuPsych chief cleared his throat. "Some things are difficult even for BuPsych. Look, I couldn't even get past BuMed and in to see you while --"



"You promised me a --"



"And I'll keep my promise, Johnny. In time." He leaned back. "Meanwhile, there's a commodore on the board of classification and promotion. He's a presidential errand boy and he needs an -- an aide-de-camp."



"Oh no!" Ramsey stared at Dr. Oberhausen.



The little doctor shrugged. "Well, Johnny, he found out that you're the clever Long John Ramsey who improvised a vampire gauge from a hypodermic and two glass tubes and saved the Dolphin during that training-mission breakdown. He wants --"



Ramsey groaned.



"You'll be jumped to lieutenant," said Dr. Oberhausen.



"Thanks," said Ramsey bitterly. He curled his lips, copied Dr. Oberhausen's voice: "Sure, Johnny. You'll have your own department."



"You're young," said Dr. Oberhausen. "There's time."



"He'll have me polishing his shoes."



"Oh no. He's quite impressed by your talents. Says you're too good for BuPsych. Bringing home that oil has done nothing to reduce his admiration." Again the BuPsych chief cleared his throat. "And while you're with the commodore there are some things about this department that I'd like you to --"



"So that's it!" barked Ramsey. "Another of your damned spy jobs! You want me to ferret out the dope on the commodore so you can move in on him. I'll bet you set this job up yourself."



"I'm sure you see the necessity," said Dr. Oberhausen. "That way lies sanity."



"I'm not so sure," said Ramsey.



"I like your Captain Sparrow's analogy about sanity and swimming," said Dr. Oberhausen. "But I would add to it, the swimmer must be prepared at all times to grasp a paddle."



Ramsey smiled even as he realized that Dr. Oberhausen was amusing him to ease the tension between them. "Okay, Obe. One more. But I'm telling you now: that's all."



"Fair enough, Johnny. Now, if you'll just --"



A door slammed in the outer hall behind Ramsey. He heard a flurry of sounds. A woman's voice shouted: "You can't stop me from going in there!"



Janet!



His pulse quickened.



The woman's voice mounted almost to a scream: "I know he's in there with that damned Dr. Oberhausen! And by Heaven I'm going in!"



The office door behind Ramsey burst open. He turned. It was a secretary. "Please excuse me," she said. "There's --"



"Let her come in," said Dr. Oberhausen.



Ramsey stood up, feeling suddenly giddy. Janet came rushing through the door and into his arms. A familiar perfume. The contours of a familiar face pressing against his cheek, a familiar body against his own.



"Johnny! Oh, Johnny!"



He heard Dr. Oberhausen get up, saw him walk past him toward the office door, fastening the bat-eye box to his shoulder as he went.



"Johnny, I missed you so."



"I missed you, too," he said.



"I never knew it would be so dangerous. Why, they told me --"



"It wasn't bad, Janet. Really."



"But you were so long in the hospital!"



Dr. Oberhausen paused at the door, a figure in new perspective, grown suddenly smaller, giving off a sense of loneliness. Ramsey wanted to call out something but didn't know what. He said, "Obe."



The BuPsych chief turned.



"We'll see you soon," said Ramsey.



The doctor smiled, nodded, went out, closing the door behind him.



And then Ramsey had to explain to Janet why he wanted to include "that awful old Obe" in their reunion plans.