Dobbs turned triumphantly and saw Flinn still in the trancelike stupor of the telepath-in-contact. Hayes stood up to screen him, but Flinn shook his head and managed to clear his mind quickly.
"Your friend seems somewhat astounded," Dobbs chuckled.
"My God!" was all Flinn could say.
Wilmer and Hayes looked at him questioningly, and Hayes muttered: "I think he's seen enough. Let's get out of here."
"Come back anytime, gentlemen," Dobbs said.
His laughter followed them as they retreated through the door and down the hall to the stairs.
"Well?" Wilmer said.
They sat around the table in the room just off the kitchen, steaming cups of coffee in front of them. The three security agents who had been in the room were gone now to their respective duties.
Flinn gazed down into the dark depths of the coffee, trying to organize his thoughts; trying to interpret and evaluate what he had seen.