 From the text, what can be inferred about the thoughts in Pendleton's demise?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Galaxy Science Fiction August 1951. ] Nothing could have seemed pleasanter than that peaceful planet. Then why was a non-suicidal man driven to suicide there? The lights in the cabin dimmed to a dull, red glow that meant the time for takeoff was nearing. He could hear noises from deep within the ship and the tiny whir of the ventilator fan, filling the air with the sweetish smell of sleeping gas. Or more complex ones, if you went into it deeper. The failure to achieve an ambition, failure to live up to one's own ideals. Weltschmerz, perhaps. It was Eckert who had come into his office several days ago and told him that Don Pendleton had killed himself. He was the kind who have everything to live for, the kind you instinctively know will amount to something someday. Your memory plays traitor and boils friendship down to the status of a breakfast food testimonial. And never, never be so crude as to speculate why Pendleton should have done it? There had been no mental instability in his family for as far back as the genetic records went. In high school and later in college, he was the well-balanced type, athletic, popular, hard-working. How long would it be before memories faded and all there was left of Pendleton was a page of statistics? Hell, no! In the statistics Pendleton was the All-Around Boy, the cold marble statue with the finely chiseled muscles and the smooth, blank sockets where the eyes should be. But they wouldn't be human; they wouldn't be born. Pendleton had been in his second year as attache on Tunpesh, a small planet with a G-type sun. The Service had stumbled across it recently and decided the system was worth diplomatic recognition of some kind, so Pendleton had been sent there. And then an unscheduled freighter had put in for repairs, one of the very few ships that ever came by Tunpesh. The natives said he had killed himself and showed the captain the little flower-covered plot where they had buried him. Tunpesh had been Pendleton's second assignment. So friendly that he had made sure that a certain box was on board, filled with shiny atomic rifles, needle pistols, and the fat little gas guns. People like Pendleton didn't kill themselves, did they? It was almost black inside the cabin now; only a thin red line around the ceiling told how close they were to takeoff.
 The information did not match up with his cause of death being suicide.
 The information did not match up with his cause of death being suicide.  Everyone was in agreement that Pendleton abandoned his position and returned home by choice.  Everyone was in agreement that Pendleton was still alive and in hiding.  The information matched up with his cause of death being suicide.