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to see if I could find out what he’d been working on. He was concerned about any potential threat the escaped animals might be carrying.’
    ‘So you found out from Professor Devon’s papers what he was working on?’
    Cleary nodded but Steven noticed that he broke off eye contact. ‘Tim was working with flu virus. He was working on a vaccine against it.’
    ‘Do you still have these papers?’
    ‘No, I understand they were removed by a man from the Department of Health,’ said Cleary.
    ‘Ah yes, Mr Lees?’
    Cleary nodded. ‘You know him?’
    ‘No,’ replied Steven. ‘Inspector Giles told me about him earlier.’
    ‘He confirmed what I had already found out, that Tim had been working on a flu vaccine . . . but . . .’
    ‘But what?’
    ‘Oh nothing,’ said Cleary with a dismissive gesture of his hands.
    Steven watched the man for a few moments, wondering what he might be holding back, before saying, ‘Dr Cleary, if you have any reason to suspect that these animals might be infected with something other than flu virus, I would strongly advise you to tell me . . .’
    ‘It was definitely flu virus,’ said Cleary.
    Steven again milked the ensuing pause to see if anything else was forthcoming but Cleary stared him out.
    ‘Were all the animals infected?’ Steven asked.
    ‘Four were being tested for vaccine efficiency after being challenged with live virus; the other two were experimental controls.’
    ‘One with virus alone, one with vaccine alone?’
    Cleary nodded. ‘That’s right.’
    ‘Do you know which animals were recovered?
    Cleary hesitated. ‘There was no official way of knowing once the animals had been released from their cages . . .’
    ‘But?’ asked Steven, picking up on the use of the word ‘official’.
    ‘Smithy, the man who cleaned and fed the animals, claimed he could tell them apart. When the soldiers brought in the corpses he claimed to know which one was still missing. Unfortunately, it was Chloe.’
    ‘Chloe?’
    ‘Chloe was the live virus control animal.’
    ‘Injected with virus but given no vaccine?’
    Cleary nodded and said, ‘I’m not sure how reliable that information is . . .’
    ‘Well, maybe Chloe will die of flu out there,’ said Steven.
    ‘If Norfolk in November doesn’t get her first,’ said Cleary, relaxing a little. ‘Perhaps you’d like to meet the rest of the staff?’

 
     
     
     
     
    FIVE
     
    Cleary led the way to the staff common room where makeshift attempts had been made to clean up the place and an electric kettle had been pressed into service as a substitute for the coffee machine which had been destroyed during the mayhem.
    ‘Only instant I’m afraid,’ said Cleary.
    Steven smiled and took the mug of instant coffee and was introduced to the staff members in turn. He had expected them to display the usual range of human emotions in the circumstances but the degree of violence used against Devon was subduing them so there were no angry tirades against the animal rights movement or pompous assertions about the value of animal experiments in saving human lives. He could sense that people were evaluating their own position in the scheme of things and a more popular theme was the need for better security in the future.
    ‘It’s crazy they could just walk in here,’ said one man, a sentiment no one was going to disagree with although one person, later introduced to Steven as Dr Pat O’Brien, did point out that the microbial storage areas had remained secure throughout. ‘Woops, pardon me for speaking,’ he said when a silence ensued. ‘I always suspected looking on the bright side was a flawed philosophy,’ he murmured to Steven.
    ‘Paddy works on meningitis vaccines,’ said Cleary.
    ‘And this is Dr Leila Martin,’ said Cleary. He pronounced the name the French way. ‘Leila is a visiting research fellow from the University of Washington. She was working with Professor Devon. She too is an expert in the field.’
    Steven shook