there. There was an added lift when he perceived Gail, small and defiant, facing Commander Lansfer. It was Barnard's first experience in extra-sensory perception. With all the power of his will, he focussed his thoughts on the scene. Gail was speaking. "I tell you," she said, "the reporter is on Earth. He said something about having a big lead. I took the ship into Earth's atmosphere and he bailed out in a parachute. I was glad to be rid of him." Barnard hoped that what she said was entirely untrue. "You say—" Lansfer's face was without expression—"that he forced you to do this?" "I said no such thing," Gail told him. "And if you're going to twist my statements, I'll say nothing more." Lansfer's palm flicked out and Gail's head reeled. A vivid patch of red appeared on her cheek. Barnard's fingers tightened around the spongy arms of his chair. The commander turned swiftly to Remish and Grady. None of the officers noticed—but Barnard did—that Gail's fingers were sliding along the control board. "Barnard is aboard that ship," Lansfer snapped. "You two couldn't have searched very thoroughly. This girl is lying—she couldn't possibly have slowed down enough to let Barnard 'chute to Earth, and still have come this far." Remish looked uncertain. "Commander—you're the boss here, but—" "But what?" Lansfer barked. Remish's eyes darted briefly to where the red welts stood out on Gail's cheek. He licked his lips and for a second his gaze met Grady's. For a moment he hesitated, then faced Lansfer again. He shrugged briefly. "Never mind," he said. "We'll talk it over at headquarters later." Lansfer lost some of his poise. He glared at the two patrolmen. "You two get back to the Chicago. Find Barnard and bring him to me!" Barnard saw Gail's hand hovering over the tiny bar. Suddenly he was shocked. He realized that the bar controlled the Duvals—the magnetic beams that pinned the two ships together. Then she had felt his presence and was waiting for a signal from him. He shouted the thought: "No!" Swiftly she disobeyed him,