Harker realized that Raymond was staring at him coldly, appraisingly, as if trying to read his mind before proceeding to the next demonstration. Harker felt his face reddening under the scrutiny.
"We're lucky enough to be able to—ah—clinch things," Raymond said.
"With a human being?"
Raymond nodded. "You understand that getting human specimens for research has been our gravest problem. I'll have to ask you not to voice any of the questions that may arise in your mind now."
Harker nodded. He could recognize a security blanket when it was lowered.
Raymond turned and said in a mortuary voice, "Bring in Mr. Doe."
Two attendants entered, carrying a sheet-shrouded form on a stretcher. They deposited the figure on the vacant lab table that had held the second dog. Harker saw that it was a man, in his late sixties, bald, dead.
"Mr. Doe has been dead for eleven hours and thirteen minutes," Raymond said. "He died of syncope during an abdominal operation. Would you care to examine the body?"
"I'll accept the evidence on faith, thanks."
"As you will. Dr. Vogel, you can begin."