CHAPTER 3A refreshed and somewhat chastened Vanita presented herself at Earmar’s home towards eleven o’clock in the morning, to be admitted by the mysterious process of photoelectric beams which Earmar himself operated from his laboratory. She found him in the midst of examining the two berries with analysing equipment, but he turned with a welcoming smile as she came in.
“Well, light of my life, better for a sleep?” he asked.
“Uh-huh.” Vanita donned her laboratory overall. “Sorry if I said too much last night. Maybe I was over-tired. What you did was right, of course. That Venusian was really a murderer many times over through being mixed up in the berry business.”
“I stand vindicated,” Earmar smiled; then he motioned to the notes beside the analysing equipment. “File those away, Van.
