The dissection laboratory occupied a long, hall-like room in one wing of the temple. The pool of water was at one end, the main entry at the other.
Tabak wound the black cloth about herself sarong-fashion, nodded towards the arched doorway.
"There's a—a lobby of sorts through there. The guard stays just outside on the street. He'll be a Nehogan, Jupiter. They're terrible men—"
Jupiter brushed past her. He reached the lobby, crossed it swiftly.
"Open the door," he said to Tabak who had followed him.
She looked suddenly frightened.
"I can't, Jupiter. Not without the Anolyn on the back of my neck to transmit my thought! We'll have to go back the way we came."
His eyes sought the door. The blank, solid panel mocked him. He ran his fingers over its surface, but could find no slightest protuberance anywhere.
"Look out!" Tabak suddenly whispered.
Jupiter sprang back like a startled cat.