![]() ![]() Kawakita closed the door and slid the bolt back in place. Proof, they said, that the monster had killed Whittlesey. The final piece of the puzzle fell into place when he remembered what that cop, D'Agosta, had mentioned at the going-away party for the FBI agent: that they had found a double-arrow pendant belonging to JohnWhittlesey in the creature's lair. He moved toward the door as quickly as the dim light would allow. "Keep the lights off," said Kawakita sharply. ![]() But when the Kothoga found Whittlesey, Kawakita knew there was only one possible outcome. Perhaps Crocker had killed the creature with the expedition's gun as the creature disembowelled him. Perhaps the creature had been old, or enfeebled. Whittlesey's accomplice, Crocker, had no doubt been found first. The Kothoga, laying eyes on a white man for the first time. In the close, comforting darkness, listening to the tranquil humming of the aquaria, Kawakita could guess at the drama that had played itself out in the jungle. But not before Kawakita had found the fiber he needed. Margo herself had thrown it in the Museum incinerator several days after the disaster, as a precaution. But nobody had remembered to clean out Margo's handbag, which was notorious throughout the Anthropology Department for its untidiness. The lab where Margo had done the initial workwas now spotless, the plant press destroyed. The Secure Area had been painstakingly cleaned, and the crates had been emptied of their artifacts and burned, along with the packing material. All he'd needed was to find one of the fibers. ![]() Once he reconstructed what Frock and Margo had done with his program, everything else fell into place. "Gratifying," he said slowly, as if tasting the word. I think you'll find the results very gratifying." "Steep it in boiling water, that increases the concentration. ![]()
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