some stupidly obvious clue. It was probably staring us in the face, camouflaged by apparent insignificance, but I was sure it was there â such clues always were. I felt sure we would find it, but by then it might be too late â for me anyway.
The next morning saw me in front of the Chief with a glowing progress report and the promise of an early arrest. I sent the others out to make yet more inquiries, while I returned to the hospital more in desperation than in hope.
The Professor was sitting in exactly the same place as when I had left him the previous day. He looked up as I entered. I noticed that his face seemed more relaxed â dare I say, more hopeful.
âHowâs it going?â I asked.
âFine. Iâve done the program and Iâm almost ready to start the conversion process.â
âReally?â I said with a renewed interest.
âYes. I found two sets of data which indicate a traumatic event.â
âTwo sets?â I repeated. âDoes that mean you will have to process both of them?â
The feeling of gloom returned as I thought two sets would take twice as long.
âNo. Iâve selected the one with the longest time span as that must be the most recent.â
âYou donât think they might be connected?â I asked.
The Professor stopped typing for a minute as if in thought.
âNo, I am fairly sure theyâre not connected.â
âWouldnât it be safer to process both sets?â I asked.
âWe could do, but it would take longer, of course, and I will need another computer.â
âWhy is that?â I asked.
âWell, the amount of data involved is too big to store on a floppy disk, so I have to work entirely on the internal hard drive. Thatâs just big enough for one set of data and the program, and I donât want to wipe it clean to make room for the second set of data â not before Iâve completed my investigation.â
âOh, I see,â I said. I didnât really, but what the hell!
I asked if he would like a coffee, and left him to it while I went in search of one of those machines that every hospital has, according to the TV and films, except this one. But I did find my favourite WPC, who, in return for my best smile, offered to make a couple of coffees for us in the nursesâ room.
I had a nice little chat with her while I waited; then, taking the coffees, I returned to the Professor. I sat on the spare desk in the corner and watched him at work. Words would stream across the screen and he would tap furiously away at the keyboard.
âWho is controlling whom?â I thought.
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the Professor: âI think itâs coming together.â Despite the calm way he said it, I could detect a tremor of excitement in his voice.
I stood up and walked over and stood behind him, where I could see the screen. The lines of words and numbers suddenly disappeared and the screen went completely blank.
âWhatâs happened? Is it broke?â I asked in panic.
âNo, it will take a few minutes for the picture to appear,â replied the Professor.
âWhat sort of picture will it be?â I asked as I watched the screen anxiously.
âSurely it shouldnât take this long!â I thought to myself, although the Professor didnât seem concerned.
âIt wonât be a full action replay â just a still photograph if we are lucky. I have been toying with the idea of feeding the data on to a video tape; then we could play the whole memory like a film, but I am afraid that wonât be possible for some time yet.â
I was concentrating so hard on the screen that the sudden appearance of white dots in a line across the top of the screen startled me.
âIs that it?â I asked, sounding as disappointed as I felt.
âNo, of course not. Be patient, Inspector. The computer is working very hard. It will compose the picture
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