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sealed ' E' block, called the Colonel and he confirmed."
    "Good man," Hardanger approved. "But we'll come to that later. You were notified of the wire-cutting, of course?"
    "Naturally, sir. With—with Mr. Clandon gone, I was in charge. We couldn't find him, not anywhere. He must have been dead even then."
    "Quite. You investigated the wire-cutting, of course?"
    " No, sir."
    "No? Why not? Your job, surely?"
    " No, sir. It's a job for an expert." A half-smile touched the pale tired face. "We carry automatic machine-guns, Superintendent, not microscopes. It was pitch black. Besides, by the time a few pairs of regulation army boots had churned the place up there wouldn't have been much left to investigate. I set a four man guard, sir, each man ten yards from the break, two inside and two out, with orders that no one should be allowed to approach."
    "Never looked to find such intelligence in the Army," Hardanger said warmly. " That was first class, young man." A faint touch of colour touched Wilkinson's pale face as he tried hard not to show his pleasure. "
    Anything else you did?"
    " Nothing that would help you, sir. I sent another jeep— there's normally three on patrol at a time—round the entire perimeter of the fence to make a spotlight search for another break. But this was the only one. Then I questioned the crew of the jeep who'd made this wild-goose chase after the man who was supposed to have attacked the girl and warned them that the next time their—ah—chivalrous instincts got the better of them they would be sent back to their regiments. They're not supposed to leave their jeeps, no matter what the provocation."
    " You think this episode of the distressed young lady was just a blind?
    To let someone nip in smartly and unobserved with a pair of wire-cutters?"
    "What else, sir?"
    " What else, indeed," Hardanger sighed. " How many men usually employed in ' E' block, Lieutenant?"
    " Fifty-five, sixty, sir."
    " Doctors?"
    "A mixed bunch. Doctors, micro-biologists, chemists, technicians, Army and civilian. I don't know too much about them, sir. We're not encouraged to ask questions."
    " Where are they now? I mean,' E' block is sealed off."
    " In the refectory lounge. Some of them wanted to go home when they found ' E' block shut up but the Colonel—Colonel Weybridge—wouldn't let them."
    "That's convenient. Lieutenant, I'd be grateful if you'd lay on two orderlies or messengers or whatever. One for me, one for Inspector Martin here. Inspector Martin would like to talk to those ' E' block men, individually. Please make arrangements. If there are any difficulties you are free to say that you have the full authority of General Cliveden behind you. But first I'd like you to come along with us and identify us to your guards at this gap in the fence. Then tell all the guards, the men who man the jeeps and the dog-handlers to be at the reception office in twenty minutes. The ones who were on duty before midnight, I mean."
    Five minutes later Hardanger and I were alone at the break in the fences. The guards had withdrawn out of earshot and Wilkinson had left us.
    The barbed wire on the outer fence was strung between curving reinforced concrete posts like junior editions of modern city lighting standards. There were about thirty strands on the fence, with roughly six inches between each pair. The fourth and fifth strands from the bottom had been cut then rejoined with heavy grey twine tied round the barbs nearest the cuts. It had taken a pretty sharp pair of eyes to discover the break.
    There had been no rain for three days and there was no trace of footmarks. The ground was damp, but that was still from the heavy dev of the previous night. Whoever had cut those wires had left long before the dew had begun to settle.
    "Your eyes are younger than mine," Hardanger said. "Sawn or cut?"
    " Snipped. Cutters or pliers. And have a look at the angle of the cut.
    Slight, but it's there."
    Hardanger took one end of the wire in his hand