Too much.
"What if I told you I knew why Pendleton killed himself?" Eckert asked. "And that you would do the same if you stayed here?"
"Don't use it, Ted. It's poor psychology. It won't work."
The pieces made a perfect picture. But Templin was going back whether he wanted to or not. The only difficulty was that, deep underneath, Eckert sympathized with him. Perhaps if he had been younger, less experienced....
"Then you won't go back with us?"
Templin closed his eyes and rolled over on his back. "No."
There was dead silence. Templin could smell the piny scent of the woods and feel the warmth of soft sunlight that lanced through the blinds. Some place far away, there was the faint chatter of kids at play, but outside of that it was quiet.
Too quiet.
Templin opened his eyes in sudden alarm. "Ted! Don't!" He caught the gas full in the face and tumbled back on the bed, unconscious.