"Doctor, let's forget about Clarens for a moment. I want to talk about Judkins."
"Yes, general."
"How did you hypnotize him? And don't hand me any of that stuff about him being sensitive because of his job."
Thornberry smiled. "You've seen too many conditioned men, and in a way I'm surprised that I got past Chief Scott with my ... General Mosby should have been more alert, too.
"You're right, it was his skin, not his job."
"I'm still puzzled."
"I won't go into the physical structure of the man, his character as revealed by his choice of profession, and so on. Briefly, he is hyper-sensitive to the thought of physical pain, that's all. So I gave him a simple choice. Talk to us in such a way that what he said could never be used against him, or go for a ride with you, Chief Scott, and General Mosby.
"This is very odd, a fact I must further check into, that your name frightened him most."
"You threatened someone with violence!"
Thornberry sniffed. "It was no threat. I knew the man and simply appealed to him in the proper way. Then with the spray of cannabis indica that I carry, I speeded his willingness—"