Brek poured tobacco into a cigarette paper, rolled it deftly, and put it in his mouth. "Got a light, Sam?"
"Sure."
As the guard struck the match, Brek leaned forward to light his cigarette—and, at the same time, he put his hand on the other's shoulder. Automatically, a little device in his palm silently and painlessly injected hypnotene into the man's blood stream.
After a moment, Brek said: "How do you feel, Sam?"
Sam blinked slowly. "Just fine."
"You'll do anything I tell you—won't you, Sam?"
"Why sure, Ed. Whatever you say."
Brek grinned savagely. "You won't hear any noise from the house."
"No noise from the house," Sam agreed.
"No matter what happens, you won't hear anything out of the ordinary, or see anything out of the ordinary. This will seem just like any other night to you."