Or of people, she amended, as Levi resumed mopping.
He was working his way left. By coincidence, the pulsing camera panned with him. After a moment, Napoleon rushed by in the opposite direction, his head and neck pulled back and up, his stiff tail arched high.
“He's gone into a frenzy,” Jan sighed.
Oberon didn't say anything, just nodded his head. He stared at the screen expectantly as the camera swept past Levi and continued on.
Squinting, Jan rediscovered the crack in the exhibition-window where Napoleon had struck it the day before. “There,” she said. “The smoking gun. Do you see it?”
“Yes,” he acknowledged. “But that's not how he got out.” The camera reached the end of its trajectory and stopped. “Note the foreground.”
Jan looked. She saw a cluster of cylinders standing in the co
