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a lot more we don't know about her, and maybe some she doesn't know, either. She's definitely his real daughter, though?''
    Ross nodded. "Oh, yeah. There are all sorts of documents on it—now. Stuff hidden away for years even from us, although we suspected it before. The old man knew what he was doing, I'll tell you that."
    "You knew about her? How? If that's not violating anything."
    Ross shrugged. "Nothing special, and before my time, but there was a tremendous investigation of her accident after they found no injuries in the tests to sustain it. She's in a dozen medical books, though. The old boy pulled out all the stops on her. The therapy center she was at was nothing until she got there, then it became a big corporate priority. Bet it gets even more, now.
    You see how her body looks so normal?"
    "Yeah, I noticed it."
    "It's a series of drugs they developed at fantastic cost. The stuff can't really be synthesized in bulk—costs a few grand a gram or more—but it works. Even if they could get the costs down, though, they don't think it'd be very commercial unless they can figure a way to get those parts to work again on most people.
    The detective nodded. "That explains a little bit, anyway. Even after working for this company for several years, I still can't get used to the very rich and what they can do and get. I guess one day they'll come up with some kind of robot, just stick her inside, and she'll be able to walk and drive a car or whatever.''
    "They're workin' on it, brother, believe me. We can practically do it now."
    MacDonald's mind went off again, as it did whenever new information was added. Sir Robert's daughter was a quadriplegic. Because of that, Magellan had devoted tremendous resources first to curing her, and, when that failed, to doing the next best thing. A robot body for a human. . . .
    What would it weigh with an adequate power pack? Could you screw on legs that, perhaps, had three long clawed toes and reptilian features? Even if it were waterproof, you wouldn't want to go into a heavy surf with it. If you toppled over, you'd drown when it filled before you could get it right again. But if you could get out, and get it to walk by itself into that ocean, you'd dispose of it and the tracks would be wiped away by the rising tide. It might even be computer remote controlled, then disposed of by just having it march into the sea. ... A machine perhaps hidden or sheltered in the area near the meadow, waiting for its quarry to come near, perhaps even baiting the trap.
    Sir Robert had received some written notice of which there was no trace now with his morning papers. He'd read it, then gone out, rejected a cart, and walked to the glen.
    It was a wild, impossible hypothesis, but it fit all the facts as he had them. In fact, the only thing he really didn't have now was who did it and exactly why, and why the method chosen was actually selected. In other words, he had reduced it to a common premeditated murder with suspects limited to the few dozen on the island capable of carrying it out—or, of course, the several thousand executives and nations with stakes in the corporation who could have it all planned out elsewhere and carried out by any paid employee in any position as an accomplice. Or the few thousand who'd passed through here in the past two years with computer access who could simply command SAINT from any telephone jack in the world.
    Angelique lay on the big bed and sighed. Sister Maria, who was checking out the luggage and trying to decide where its contents should go, heard and came over to the bed. "I thought you were going to sleep," the nurse chided gently.
    "Oh, I was, but I can not. This has simply been too much too quick! Just a week ago it was so simple. I thought I knew God's will and my own origins and destiny. Then, suddenly, poof! It is now all so complicated. Good Uncle Robert is really my father and he has left me more money than there is in the world. Everyone and everything is