an adjoining compartment.

"You seemed to be in some kind of coma," he said. "We picked you up and
put you into a chair by one of the survey screens, and were trying to
get out a call on Azol's suit communicator to the ambulance boat when
you suddenly opened your eyes. You looked at me and said, 'Oh, there you
are! I was just going to go looking for you.'"

"It was obvious that you didn't realize anything unusual had happened.
Azol started to say something, but I stepped on his foot, and he caught
on. In fact, he caught on so fast that I became a little suspicious of
him."

"Poor Azol!" Trigger said.

"Poor nothing!" the Commissioner said cryptically. "I'll tell you about
that some other time. I cautioned Doctor Azol to say nothing to anybody
until the incident had been clarified, in view of the stringent security
precautions being practiced ... supposedly being practiced," he amended.
Then he'd returned to Manon Planet with Trigger immediately, where she
was checked over by Precol's medical staff. Physically there wasn't a
thing wrong with her.

"And that," said Trigger, feeling a little frightened, "is something
else I don't remember!"

"Well, you wouldn't," the Commissioner said. "You were fed a hypno-spray
first. You went out for three hours. When you woke up, you thought you'd
been having a good nap. Since the medics were sure you hadn't picked up
some odd plasmoid infection, I wanted to know just what else had
happened on Harvest Moon. One of those scientific big shots might also
have used a hypno-spray on you, with the idea of turning you into a
conditioned assistant for future shenanigans."

Trigger grinned faintly. "You do have a suspicious mind!" The grin
faded. "Was that what they were going to find out in that mind-search
interview on Maccadon I skipped out on?"

"It's one of the things they might have looked for," he agreed.

Trigger gazed at him very thoughtfully for a moment. "Well, I loused
that deal up!" she remarked. "But why is everybody--" She shook her
head. "Excuse me. Go on."

The Commissioner went on. "Old Doc Leeharvis was handling the hypnosis
herself. She hit what she thought might be a mind-block when she tried
to get you to remember what happened. We know now it wasn't a
mind-block. But she wouldn't monkey with you any farther, and told me to
get in an expert. So I called the Psychology Service's headquarters on
Orado."

Trigger looked startled, then laughed. "The eggheads? Yo