 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. The lights in the cabin dimmed to a dull, red glow that meant the time for takeoff was nearing. 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. 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. And never, never be so crude as to speculate why Pendleton should have done it? How long would it be before memories faded and all there was left of Pendleton was a page of statistics? 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. 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. Tunpesh had been Pendleton's second assignment. 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. Eckert and he had been chosen to go to Tunpesh and investigate. The two of them, working together, should be able to find out why Pendleton had killed himself. The real reason they were going there was to find out why Pendleton had been killed and who had killed him. 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. But a staff anthropologist must have been routinely assigned to Tunpesh to furnish data and reports. A drowsy mumble from the other cot: "He wasn't there long enough. He committed suicide not long after landing." The room was a whirling pool of blackness into which his mind was slowly slipping. Warm breezes rustled through Eckert's graying hair and tugged gently at his tunic. And there would be no way of calling for help or of leaving before the six months were up.
 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.