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do now. How many other people have you told, Colonel Weybridge?"
    " No one else." His voice was stiff, his face pale.
    " Thank heaven for that. Don't think I'm carrying security to ridiculous lengths, Colonel, for it doesn't matter what you think or what I think. All that matters is what one or two people in Whitehall think. They give the orders, we carry them out. The instructions for an emergency such as this are quite clear. We take over—completely. You wash your hands of it—completely. I want your co-operation, of course, but it must be cooperation on my terms."
    "What the superintendent means," Cliveden said testily, " is that amateur detecting is not discouraged, it's forbidden. I suppose that includes me too, Hardanger?"
    "Don't make my job more difficult than it is already, sir."
    " I won't. But, as Commandant, I must ask for the right to be kept informed of all progress and the right to be present when number one lab in ' E' block is opened up."
    " That's fair," Hardanger agreed.
    "When?" Cliveden asked. "The lab, I mean."
    Hardanger looked at me. " Well? The twelve hours you spoke of are up."
    "I'm not sure." I looked at Dr. Gregori. "Has the ventilation system been started up in number one?"
    " No. Of course not. Nobody's been near the place. We left everything strictly alone."
    " If anything had been, say, knocked over," I went on carefully. " Would oxidisation be complete?"
    " I doubt it. Air's too static."
    I turned to Hardanger. " All those labs are specially ventilated by filtered air later cleaned in a closed circuit special compartment. I would like this switched on. Then maybe in an hour."
    Hardanger nodded. Gregori, dark eyes worried behind his thick lenses, phoned instructions then left with Cliveden and Weybridge. Hardanger turned to Inspector Wylie.
    " Well, Inspector, it seems you're in possession of information you shouldn't have. No need to issue the usual dreadful warnings to you, I suppose."
    " I like my job," Wylie smiled. " Don't be too hard on old Weybridge, sir.
    Those medical men just aren't security minded. He meant well."
    "The paths of the just—that's me—are made thorny and difficult by those who mean well." Hardanger said heavily. "What's this about Baxter?"
    "Seems he left here about 6.30 pm. last night, sir. But later than usual, I gather, so he missed the special bus to Alfringham."
    "He checked out, of course?" I asked. Every scientist leaving Mordon had to sign the ' Out' register and hand in his security tag.
    " No doubt about that. He had to wait for the ordinary service bus that passed the road end at 6.48. Conductor and two passengers confirm that someone answering to our description—no names, of course—got on at the road end, but the conductor is quite positive that no one of that description got off at Alfringham Farm, where Dr. Baxter lives. He must have gone all the way to Alfringham, or Hardcaster, the terminus."
    " He just vanished," Hardanger nodded. He looked consideringly at the burly quiet-eyed man. " Like to work with us on this, Wylie?"
    " It would make a change from checking up on the old foot-and-mouth,"
    Wylie admitted. " But our super and the Chief Constable might have something to say about that."
    " They could be persuaded, I think. Your office is at Alfringham, isn't it? I'll call you there."
    Wylie left. As he passed through the doorway we caught sight of an army lieutenant, hand raised to knock on the door. Hardanger cocked an eye and said, " Come in."
    " 'Morning, sir. 'Morning, Mr. Cavell." The sandy-haired young lieutenant looked tired, but his voice was brisk and alert in spite of that.
    "Wilkinson, sir. Officer in charge of the guard patrols last night. Colonel said you might want to see me."
    " Considerate of the Colonel. I do. Hardanger, Superintendent Hardanger. Glad to meet you, Wilkinson. You the man who found Clandon last night?"
    " Perkins—a corporal of the guard—found him. He called me and I had a look at him. Just a look. Then I