 What isn't a secret that Eckert has kept from Templin?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Galaxy Science Fiction August 1951. Templin tightened his safety belt and lay back on the acceleration bunk. Or more complex ones, if you went into it deeper. Weltschmerz, perhaps. Eckert had lit a cigarette and was calmly blowing the smoke at the neon "No Smoking" sign, which winked on and off in mechanical disapproval. He turned his head slightly so he could just see Eckert in the bank facing him. It was Eckert who had come into his office several days ago and told him that Don Pendleton had killed himself. Your memory plays traitor and boils friendship down to the status of a breakfast food testimonial. Eckert was just a dull, formless blur opposite him. Eckert had fiddled with the controls and changed it to sunshine, then to a weird mixture of hail amid the brassy, golden sunlight. And then an unscheduled freighter had put in for repairs, one of the very few ships that ever came by Tunpesh. 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. Eckert and he had been chosen to go to Tunpesh and investigate. The thin red line was practically microscopic now and Templin could feel his lashes lying gently on his cheeks. They knew that it had no trading concessions or armed forces and that nobody from neighboring systems seemed to know much about it or even visited it.
 he knows that Pendleton didn't commit suicide
 he broke Templin's power pack  they're living in the same place as Pendleton did  he expects Templin to act just like Pendleton did on Tunpesh  he knows that Pendleton didn't commit suicide