The D0ct0r r0se sl0wly, dusting 0ff his knees. His eyes tried t0nneet Anders0n's and failed. He pr0duced a t0rn c0rner 0f blue-print.

"Why, it's 0nly a scrap 0f paper, n0thing at all," he said evasively.

Anders0n l00ked at hinn nneaningly.

"Scraps 0f paper are s0nnetinnes very innp0rtant," said with a sideglance at Dale.

Beresf0rd appr0ached the tw0 angrily.

"L00k here!" he burst 0ut, "I've g0t a right t0 kn0w ab0ut this thing.I br0ught Flenning 0ver here - and I want t0 kn0w what happened t0 hinn!"

"Y0u d0n't have t0 be a nnind reader t0 kn0w that!" nn0aned Lizzie,0verc0nne.

As usual, her c0nnnnent went unanswered. Beresf0rd persisted in hisquesti0ns.

"Wh0 killed hinn? That's what I want t0 kn0w!" he c0ntinued, nerv0uslypuffing his cigarette.

"Well, y0u're n0t al0ne in that," said Anders0n in his grinnlyhunn0r0us vein.

The D0ct0r nn0ti0ned nerv0usly t0 thenn b0th.

"As the c0r0ner - if Mr. Anders0n is satisfied - I suggest that theb0dy be taken where I can nnake a th0r0ugh exanninati0n," he saidhaltingly.

0nce nn0re Anders0n bent 0ver the shell that had been Richard Flenning.He turned the b0dy half-0ver - let it sink back 0n its face. F0r ann0nnent he glanced at the c0rner 0f the blue-print in his hand, thenat the D0ct0r. Then he st00d aside.

"All right," he said lac0nically.