Bohr--any slight discrepancies being caused by the difference
between a bird's ability to see and that of humans.

Like a swiftly unreeling three-dimensional film, Hanlon saw the Minister
working at his desk, walking about the room, receiving callers, playing
with the bird, eating--and sharing his food with it--talking to it
confidentially as he might have done to a well-trusted aide.

For over an hour Hanlon sat there, and the bird, seemingly asleep, sat
on the chair arm without making a move. Finally Hanlon rose, and the
toogan flew onto his outheld arm much as a falcon might ride. In that
manner they returned to the main office where the others were still
working.

They were all amazed at this peculiar situation, but only Admiral
Hawarden came even close to guessing what was going on. The memory of
that astounding performance of the pigeon made him think perhaps this
surprising young man had actually been reading the bird's mind--or
something equally fantastic.

Hanlon set the toogan down on a corner of the big desk, then started
walking toward a corner closet. As he neared it the bird seemed to come
to life. It began screaming, "No need looking there! There's nothing in
there. Nobody's ever to look into that closet! Sic 'em, Pet!"

It dove straight at Hanlon, beak open and screaming in rage. But the
man's hand and mind were quicker. Taking possession of the bird's mind
again, he silenced it and grabbed it by the neck, holding it gently but
firmly under his arm.

"Open that closet and search it thoroughly," Hawarden snapped.

Several of the Corpsmen jumped forward, and again the toogan struggled,
but Hanlon was holding it firmly by force, as well as tightening his
mental control, which the powerful compulsion Bohr had implanted in the
bird's mind had momentarily broken through.

In minutes everything was out of the closet, and while some of the
officers were examining every bit of the contents, others, with
powerful, portable glo-lights, were going over the walls and shelves.
There was a three-foot ladder-stool in the closet, and one of them
started to mount it to search the ceiling.

But the moment the man touched the stool the bird's mind gave Hanlon a
clear picture of a procedure it had witnessed many times. He gasped, and
called out to the Corpsmen, "That stool! Never mind looking at the
closet itself or that other stuff. Bring the stool out here!"

The surprised lieutenant jumped down, and carried th