Then the autopsy-room door opened, and members of the nursing school's teaching staff, looked in. She said,"Good morning Dr Bridgeport". Behind her wa... a group of student nurses."Good morning" answered the neuro surgeon. "You can all come in"The students filed through the doorway. There were six, and as they entered all glanced nervously at the body on the table. Dr Bridgeport grinned."Hurry up girls. You want the best seats; we have them".Dale Bridgeport ran his eyes appraisingly over the. I had decided that I would do some sleuthing on Saturday morning, by visiting the Isle of Dogs to speak to a couple of dock workers who I knew kept their ears to the ground. I hoped they would be able to tell me or at least make enquiries how to find out about the activities of Curly Cavenagh. I wondered how it was possible that the petty criminal could have any kind of association with an American film star from Hollywood of the stature of Bradford Gold.It was during my cogitation that a car. "That was enough information. I remembered all I needed and more than I wanted. I turned to the girl. "I remember now. You're Ashley." Right." She still looked worried."What about us?" the General demanded.My voice went colder then the space surrounding the ship. "Ashley, if either of them makes another sound, so much as a burp, you are to throw them out of the airlock."Ashley looked at the geospacial locator. "Shouldn't we be getting back to earth? I don't think you remembered to tell me to. They’re mainly just commercial prints, but …’I followed Mrs Hattersley through an opening into a second display space. The larger works were generally less explicit than their more compact bookplate cousins, but they were still explicit enough to stop the conversation when the vicar came to tea.‘Is that a Picasso?’ I said, looking at a depiction of what appeared to be an angular damsel being mounted by an older chap wearing a goat’s head mask.‘Picasso?.