some distance the young man who had sat at the same dining

hen he got inside the steward's mind. For long, anxious minutes he tried. He fel

self. "I keep thinking I'm getting good-then flooie!" He idly sent his mind towards

t as though he was a trespasser in some forbidden temple. Yet he persevered, trying to see if he could read an

thought-concepts, but could get no information whatever of the young man's past or knowledge. Only va

really help in his work. So he now tried every method his agile mind could imagine, to make the fellow pick up the book th

take over his mind in any way. Neither can I read his past; just his present

he thought occurred, "Maybe I c

s, but found the same results in each case. He did, however, develop the technique of making a m

it relaxed, not all tensed up like I

ding the whole mind, into its past thoug

oing to be able to do as much with his "mind

vice? Or, he brightened momently, could he develop other methods of ferreting out information? But that, he told him

dropped off to sleep. But when he awoke the next morning h

as bound to come. Look how far he'd advanced already. A lot further than when he had started. And at that, he probably-no, undoubtedly-could do more than any of the other fe

deduced the mind must be very close to him, he again foun

casual curiosity, yet touched mind after m

cold and ruthless-a pure killer type. Hanson sensed he was one of those men who have such a will to power that the lives and rights of others are held cheaply, contemptuously. The kind who, if another gets in his way, remo

. The killer was determined to destroy this other the first chance he got. His mi

back on Terra had mentioned. Was the victim another? Probably. For Hanlon

uding his name, Panek. None seemed of too much immediate importance regarding the matter at hand. Yet they

lon caught the concept that the intended victim's death wa

trained to get more. The killer thought occasionally of a man he called "The Boss", but not the

ss." This murderer did not have a visual type of mind, darn it. He didn't see

was a mental shiver every time thought of his employer entered his mind. There was something about a previous failure, a

es, and the "plot" that was being hatched there. Hanlon felt the man's sneering conte

nt of frustration. But his sense of humor came to his rescue. "You want the whole thing written

thoughts; to follow them down and back along the memory-chains into the total mind! Revealing though the thoughts he could ca

se deeper, buried memories and though

t up and left the

see a small, wriggly dog looking up into his face, its tail frantically wig-wagging signals of proffer

y of joy, climbing all over the young man, licking at his hands and trying to reach his face. The puppy was so extremely happy and a

ke you and all that, but let's not

its floppy ears, and pressed it firmly bu

Just lie there a

oughts of pleasure at finding such a wonderful new friend with such a nose-appealing effluvium. Hanlon then tried to see if he could get into the deeper parts of the dog's mind, and using what knowledge of the techni

essed dogs had-and he knew they were far from stupid. This on

plete to the puppy, beyond its experience, and not because the man couldn't read perfectly what was there. The dog

iggled from beneath his restraining hand, and again tried

said sternly, and the puppy did so ins

id that did the trick-but the fact that he was still inside the d

needs loo

e dog-or rather, he impressed the command directly onto the p

y it lea

." The do

at him, imploringly, quivering in an apparent emotion of indec

lf. For he realized that to do so he would have to learn how to control each of the dog's muscles, and that before he co

l, would take one galaxy of

y do a number of simple tricks, all the time watching carefully to see

e co-relation, when he heard a sudden gasp. He looked up to see a you

id any tricks before. What

e grinned. "That's a mighty fine puppy you have. He came over a

ing all over for him. But how on ear

dam, I don't know," he said quietly. "I just seem to have a wa

t it stood in indecision, looking from one to the other, not seeming to know whe

ed on it that it must follow the woman, and always do wh

elf. He would have to work on this as much as on human minds. For if he could control animals-would it

see if his mind could find them; if he could again contact the dog

cause he wished it to, he found himself again inside the puppy's mi

much study, he did so. But the vision was so distorted he wondered if his control was at fault, then

and then they stopped before a door, which opened after a moment. The dog, without a command, leaped throu