Bennington stopped after his first step back into the room, was jostled by Mosby following closely behind. He moved forward to where he could see both Judkins and Thornberry.
The hypno-tech sat bolt upright, his face like that of a newly-conditioned prisoner, completely blank.
Thornberry's face radiated pride.
"These technicians are all alike," the psychologist sniffed. "Their work makes them especially sensitive to hypnosis."
Bennington looked at Judkins, then back to Thornberry. "You mean...."
"I mean that I can ask Judkins anything we want to know and he'll give a truthful answer." Another sniff. "I've forgotten more about hypnosis than he'll ever know."
"This won't hold in a court," Chief Scott warned.
"But it may save a life, maybe more than one," Bennington answered. "Thornberry, you did a good job of those guards. You question Judkins."
"Wait a minute," General Mosby said. "How fast can we get a tape recorder?"
"Why waste time?" asked Bennington. "You can't use this in court."