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rear. Chhedi had been rusticated, much to the chagrin of his father who had eventually cajoled the principal to think beyond his sore backside.
    ‘Fair enough,’ said Radhika quickly. ‘The reason we’re here is because Mr Varshney’s murderer—someone known to you from your school days—Ravi Mohan Saini is on his way here to meet you. We believe that he has killed not only Anil Varshney but also Dr Nikhil Bhojaraj. In addition to that, he is a suspect in the death of Professor Rajaram Kurkude’s secretary as well as in the kidnapping of Professor Kurkude himself.’
    Chhedi’s jaw dropped. What the hell was Saini up to? They had known each other in school. Saini had exhibited the same trace of rebelliousness as Chhedi but to a lesser degree. It was in stark contrast to the exemplary-schoolboy behaviour of Anil Varshney. The officers were right. He did need to give them a patient hearing. It was a question of risk to life. He cleared his throat. ‘What exactly do you want from me?’ he asked.
    ‘Nothing complicated, sir. We would like to stay put, right here in your office until they show up. In the meantime, I shall be posting plainclothes officers all over your campus. It is our intention to recapture Mr Saini when he comes over to meet you. It shall also give us the opportunity to determine the whereabouts of Professor Kurkude,’ explained Rathore.
    ‘One more thing sir,’ interrupted Radhika. ‘It’s possible that Saini may phone you in advance to tell you of his arrival. Please keep us informed so that we are better prepared for him. Please be informal and receptive to his requests. Say nothing that may tip him off that we’re here.’
    Chhedi nodded his head. ‘I hear you loud and clear, ,’ replied Sir Khanno. bInspector. It shall be as you ask, but I also require your cooperation,’ he said.
    ‘What sort of cooperation do you need from us?’ asked Radhika.
    ‘The work that we’re doing here is path-breaking research. We just cannot afford to have strangers roaming in and out of private work areas,’ said Chhedi. ‘You shall have to ensure that your men are restricted to non-access-controlled areas of this facility.’

    Soon Yudhistira expressed his desire to perform the Rajasuya Yajna — a public coronation in which other kings would accept and acknowledge him as an equal sovereign. I suggested that the Pandavas first defeat Jarasandha — the mighty ruler of Magadha. Such a victory would make it impossible for any other sovereign to object to Yudhistira’s sovereignty. I suggested that Bhima challenge Jarasandha to a duel. I told Bhima the secret to killing Jarasandha. Jarasandha’s body had to be torn into two halves vertically in order to kill him. Bhima followed my advice and succeeded in splitting Jarasandha in two. This paved the way for Yudhistira’s coronation. It also rid me of the biggest thorn in my side, Jarasandha.
    Radhika looked around her. Rows upon rows of gleaming laboratory tables and equipment, cryo-freezers, specimen storage systems, electronic microscopes and DNA synthesisers stretched into the distance. Alongside were banks of computer servers where thousands of data sets from multiple research studies done on different platforms could be merged, and data from thousands of projects, finds, participants and sources could be analysed together, increasing the probability of gene discovery.
    ‘If you don’t mind my asking, what exactly do you do here?’ asked Radhika, her interest piqued by Chhedi’s statement.
    ‘We’re trying to use modern scientific techniques to uncover our past,’ said Chhedi cryptically.
    ‘Could you be a little less mysterious, sir?’ asked Radhika, smiling as she located a few almonds in her pockets. Chhedi laughed. The woman was a livewire.
    ‘My primary interest lies in our ability to rejuvenate ancient DNA,’ said Chhedi, staring at Radhika as she popped an almond into her mouth.
    ‘Ancient DNA? But isn’t that pointless? There