Feeling a sense of elation and a new confidence, Parr went to the comset. "Parr. Oholo report."
"Go ahead."
Parr concentrated on the wording, filling in the blank spots with his imagination. Suddenly he was conscious of an inadequacy, something elusive that he should be able to add. He wrinkled his face, annoyed. But the uncertainty refused to resolve itself into words. "His name is Lauri. He's here on a mission having to do with the natives. I got no details, but it doesn't directly concern us, I'm sure of that. There appear to be several more on the planet. They seem to avoid cities, which accounts for the fact that advancemen haven't reported them." For a moment, he almost placed his thoughts on the elusiveness, but again it escaped him. He paused, puzzled.
"We'll have the advancemen warned. This may be damned inconvenient, Parr. If there are many of them."
"I couldn't get the exact number without exploring his mind. If I'd done that, I might not have been able to report afterwards."
"Go on."
"He's leaving the city in a few days. You still want ... me to try to kill him?"
"Yes."
The Oholo, Parr could not help remembering, had as strong a mind as he had ever encountered.