“No. Why?”
“I just wondered. He said something once about looking you up.”
“Well, he didn’t. Perhaps he came in the vac. There’s nobody here then, except the swots and the dunces trying to cram themselves for the exams. Tell him to come in term-time. I really must buzz along. I say, come and feed one night, won’t you?”
Munting promised to do so, and Leader escaped, cannoning violently into the demonstrator as he dashed out. We followed, not wishing to be caught and interrogated.
“That was Benton,” said Munting, looking back at the closing door. “I wish we could have had a word with him. If Leader—”
“About the origin of life, I suppose? You’re cracked about the origin of life. It’s the origin of death we’re investigating. We’ve got what we came for. It’s clear enough that anybody might have walked in and helped himself to a dose of that stuff. Look at those places we went into. No one to stop us—and it’s term-time, too. In the vac. the place is absolutely deserted. If Lathom was over here in the vac. —and he was. Don’t you remember those letters of Margaret Harrison’s? He was here in July.”
“Yes,” agreed Munting, thoughtfully. “Yes, I