My Library

Western information and knowledge about the superpowers has been immeasurably retarded thereby. Several members of the ASPR’s board had taken the kindness to get to know me, among which were Dr. Alice I. Bryan and Mr. A. C. Twitchell, Jr., of former fame as a Broadway producer, etc., and who resided in the famous Player’s Club in New York. He had invited me several times to lunch at the Player’s Club, and was interested in my views. Of course I hardly ever held anything back, and my mouth was yet quite big. Twitchell had a very good, self-studied background in psychical and parapsychological research, was reasonably wealthy, and sometimes contributed small sums to the ASPR. My telephone rang quite early one morning. It was Twitchell, who finally got around to saying: "I’ve something to tell you which I probably shouldn’t, so don’t say you got it from me. "There’s a move afoot at the ASPR to have you ejected on the grounds that you are a Scientologist. It’s circulating that you are Hubbard’s spy and seeking to take over the ASPR on his behalf. What are you going to do about it?" "Who’s putting THAT out?" I asked. "That I don’t think I should say. This is supposed to be a deep, dark secret. What can you do to prevent this?" Since I hadn’t the faintest idea, I replied: "You’ll know when it happens, I guess."