"I figured that when I saw his name in the article. You better check the records, though. We've got grounds for a suit if you're right."
"Jim, I tell you we've never carried out any reanimations on anyone named Wayne Janson. Bryant is obviously trying to smear us."
"Smear me," Harker corrected. "But I guess it amounts to the same thing."
"What are you going to do?"
"Nothing yet," Harker said. "I'll wait until the police find the body and then demand proof from Bryant."
"But there is no body, Jim! It's just a hoax!"
Grimly Harker said, "It may be a hoax, but I'm willing to bet there's a body. Jonathan isn't that foolish!"
The long-delayed Richard Bryant will hearing took place at last at half-past-ten that morning, in the gray-walled, luminolit chambers of District Judge T. H. Auerbach. The affair was almost a farce; it lasted no more than twenty minutes.
Jonathan Bryant was not there. His sister Helen was the official representative of the Bryant children, and she explained curtly that Jonathan was overcome with grief at the death of a very dear friend last night and would not attend.