"No," said Anderson. "We checked that. The psycho was all right."
He looked around the room, from one face to another.
"Maybe you don't realize the implication," he told them. "When a man is drugged or asleep, or in any other case where he is unaware, a psychonometer, will turn him inside out. It will dig out things that his waking self would swear he didn't know. Even when a man fights against it," there is a certain seepage and that seepage widens as his mental resistance wears down."
"But it didn't work with Sutton," Shulcross said.
"That's right. It didn't work with Sutton. I tell you, the man's not human."
"And you think he's different enough, physically, so that he could live in space, live without food and water?"
"I don't know," said Anderson.
He licked his lips and stared around the room, like a wild thing seeking some way to escape.
"I don't know," he said. "I simply don't."
Adams spoke softly. "We must not get upset," he said. "Alienness is no strange thing to us. Once it might have been, when the first humans went out into space. But today…"