The doctor's face went dull red.
"I suppose you know you are liable to an action for trespass?"
"I know all about that," said Beale, "but if you have nothing to conceal, Dr. van Heerden, I don't see why you should object."
"I don't object," shrugged the doctor, "search by all means. Where would you like to start? Here?"
He pointed to three upright cases which stood at the end of the room nearest the door.
"You will see nothing very pleasant here, they are anatomical models which have just arrived from Berlin. In fact, I have been trading with the enemy," he smiled. "They are screwed up, but I have a screwdriver here."
Beale hesitated.
"There is only another room," the doctor went on, "my bedroom, but you will not find her there."
Beale twisted round like lightning.
"Her?" he asked. "Who said Her?"