NEXT CAME A METAL-TO-metal clicking sound; it was the police positive in the upper left-hand corner of my desk. I thought strongly, “Psi-man, you lift that gun and fire it at me through the desk drawer, and the angle and everything will be enough evidence to change Weston’s opinion from angry rejection of all Psionics to a cold, calculated, vengeful agreement with everything I’ve suggested.”
The clicking stopped coming from the desk drawer and resumed in smaller kind from the little desk lock in the tray drawer of the desk.
These desk locks can be picked with a bent hairpin, but picking takes time. Everything takes time. At any rate, it did indeed take Edward Hazlett Wood a finite time to juggle the little brass tumblers, turn the main cylinder, retract the sliding bolt, withdraw the des
