"Where are the suits?" he asked.
"Basement."
He pressed the button. The car shot downward.
"Did you kill this one?" asked the Duchess hopefully.
He shook his head. "I don't think so."
The car stopped suddenly, the doors slid back. Norman stared out at a dimly-lit, low-ceilinged room which stretched off into shadows on either hand. It was full of bales, boxes and dust.
He dragged the bodies out, stretched them side by side on the floor.
"Where are the suits?"
"Any of those cases."
Feverishly, he broke one open, pulled out the familiar green suit with helmet, gloves, and boots attached.