There were no secret panels or trapdoors of any kind. So entrance by a hithertofore unknown passageway was completely out. He checked the air conditioner to see if any rigmarole could be fixed up with it to make it appear that the victim had been shot with a handgun, but this, too, drew a blank.
After a few more minutes' examination, he decided to return.
On an impulse, he decided to see where Radcliffe had gone. Attuning his mind to the already-recorded pattern of Radcliffe's brain, he received direction, distance and motion—acceleration, direction, rate.
To his surprise he noted that Radcliffe had turned back and was heading toward Keller's office again.
Hastily, Keller returned to the office before him.
In about twenty minutes, Radcliffe barged in as before. "Keller," he said, "I think I'm going to be called out of town tonight. So if you want any more information directly from me, you'll have to get it now."
Keller flashed: **Sally. Watch his conscious thoughts, and also his impressions. I'm going to try some unconscious identification-response. Wish me luck. Or do you want to burrow around in his subconscious with me a little more?**
**I think I will. I'm actually beginning to enjoy it, to tell the truth.**
Keller said aloud, "I'll go under again. That'll be the last time."