"That's why I gave myself up," the convict said. "I wanted no part of that guy, so I figured my best alibi was a nice, quiet cell."
"How is Clarens dressed?" Scott demanded.
"He picked a double-breasted blue suit from the racks in the truck. Fitted him good, too."
Scott strode into the next room and through the open door Bennington saw the Chief of Police pick up a mike.
"This is important." Thornberry, intent, looking like a lean hound on a hot trail. "What were you told when you were conditioned?"
"I don't remember." Dalton was plainly baffled. "I just don't remember. Something about when a guy threw his tray.... You got me, I don't know."
"All right." The psychologist tried another tack. "What made you leave the others and take Clarens with you?"
"I didn't take him with me." Dalton's voice was weary, edged with anger. "I remember sitting down under the hypno-hood in The Cage. From there on, things are mixed up. I think there was running and yelling and that I ran and yelled, too.
"Then I came to and I was in a building with a lot of guys grabbing guns."
"I should have predicted it," the psychologist said, "that he would be commanded to forget what he had been told while under the hood."