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.It was going to be a long, tedious business, even if he were right—especially if he were right.He was still feeling his way through the intricacies of the software that protected files from outside interference when Larsen returned with the results of their own test of the liver sample.Rad-Kato had been right.He had made no mistake on his previous analysis; the liver ID corresponded to nothing in the central data bank files.Wolf nodded his satisfaction at the results, waved Larsen away, and carried on with his slow, painstaking search.In the eighteen hours that followed Wolf moved only once from his chair, to find the bathroom drug cabinet and swallow enough cortamine to keep him awake and alert through the long night.It wasn't going to be too bad.The old tingle of excitement and anticipation was back.That would help more than drugs.* * *In the hidden underground lab three miles from Wolf's office, two red tell-tales in the central control section began to blink and a soft, intermittent buzzer was sounding.When the solitary man at the console called out the monitor messages, the inference was easy.Certain strings of interrogators were being used to question the central medical data files.His software that looked for such queries was more than five years old, and had never before been called upon.He thanked his foresight.One more tactic was available, but it would probably be only a delayer, and not much of that.The white-coated figure sighed and cancelled the monitor messages.It was the time he had planned for, the point where the phase-out had to begin and the next phase be initiated.He needed to place a call to Tycho City and accelerate the transition.Fortunately, the man he wanted was back on the Moon.* * *"Sit down, John.When you hear this you'll need some support."Wolf was unshaven, fidgety, and black under the eyes.His shoes were off and he was surrounded by untidy heaps of output listings.Larsen squeezed himself into one of the few clear spots next to the terminal."You look as though you need some support yourself.My God, Bey, what have you been doing here? You look as though you haven't had any sleep for a week.Did you work right through?""Not quite that bad.A day." Wolf leaned back, exhausted but satisfied."John, what did you think when you found out that Rad-Kato was right?""I was off on another case all yesterday and this morning, so I haven't been worrying too much about it.I thought for a while that Morris must have done something like palming the sample and substituting another one for it.The more I thought about that, the more ridiculous it seemed."Wolf nodded."Don't be too hard on yourself.That was the sort of thing that was going through my head, too.We were both watching him, so it was difficult to see how he could have done it—or why he would want to.That's when I began trying to think of some other way that it could have happened.I began worrying again about the computer failure and the loss of the records that we wanted, the first night on the case.Two days ago, was it?"Wolf leaned back again in his chair."It feels more like two weeks.Anyway, I used the terminal here to ask for the statistics on the loss of medical records due to hardware failure, similar to the one that happened to us.That was my first surprise.There were eighty examples.It meant that the loss of medical data was averaging ten times higher than other data types.""You mean that the medical data bank hardware is less reliable than average, Bey? That doesn't sound plausible.""I agree, but that's what the statistics seemed to be telling me.I couldn't believe it, either.So I asked for the medical statistics, year by year, working backwards.There was high data loss every year in the medical records, until I got back to a time twenty-seven years ago.Then, suddenly, the rate of data loss for medical information dropped to about the same level as everything else."Wolf had risen from his chair and begun to pace the cluttered office."So where did that leave me? It looked as though some medical records were being destroyed intentionally.I went back to the terminal, to ask for a listing of the specific data areas that had been lost in the medical records, year by year.The problem was, by definition, the information about the missing areas had to be incomplete.Anyway, I got all I could, then I tried to deduce what it was that the lost data files must have contained."Larsen was shaking his head doubtfully."Bey it doesn't sound like a method that we can place much reliance on.There's no way that you could check what you deduce.That would need a copy of the missing files, and they are gone for ever.""I know.Take my advice, John, and don't ever try it.It's like trying to tell what a man is thinking from the shape of his hat.It's damned near hopeless and I could only get generalities.I squeezed out four key references with twenty-two hours of effort."He stopped and took a deep breath."Well, here's something for you to chew on, John.Did you ever hear—or can you suggest any possible meaning—of research projects with these names: Proteus, Lungfish, Janus and Timeset?"Larsen grimaced and shook his head."I don't know about the possible meanings, but I can tell you right now that I've never heard of any of them.""Well, that's no surprise, I'm in the same position.I got those names by going to the index files that define the contents of data areas, then querying for the missing files.Apart from the names I came up with, I found out only one other thing.All the four have one common feature—the same key medical investigator.""Morris?""I wouldn't have been surprised if it had been that, John.But it goes higher: Capman.I think that Robert Capman has been purging the data files of certain records, and faking it to make it look as though the loss is the result of a hardware failure.I told you you'd need a seat."Larsen was shaking his head firmly."No way, Bey.No way.You're out of your mind.Look, Capman's the director of the hospital—you'd expect his name to show up all over the medical references.""Sure I would.But he isn't just the overall administrator of those projects, John, he's the single, key investigator.""Even so, Bey, I can't buy it.Capman's supposed to be one of the best minds of the century—of any century.Right? He's a consultant to the General Coordinators.He's a technical advisor to the USF.You'll have to offer a motive.Why would he want to destroy data, even if he could? Can you give me one reason?"Wolf sighed."That's the real hell of it.I can't give you a single, unarguable reason.All I can do is give you a whole series of things that seem to tie in to Capman
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