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him to enter a lounge and sit down while she warned the person who was cited. Nevertheless he became concerned when the wait threatened with extending too much, because it had spent over half an hour and still nobody had come to address him. Reading the magazine with the latest developments in the sector seemed interesting at first, then went on to become somewhat slightly indigestible to finally end in the category of boring, so he decided to give up and start short walks around the room, which otherwise offered no worthwhile reason to rest the sight. It was f unctional, drab, irrelevant. At least his office was more endearing. H e thought that in recent times fortune had been a bit elusive, or maybe it was just playing to hide games with him. Because nothing can be worse for a person of strong character, nervous, restless in every sense of the term, that inactivity. And it was still ironic that for once that he had the opportunity to be where he was in his element, in the streets, he had to wait enclosed in a room. Nor he was successful quitting a few months ago, because he   got in his hand several times into the pocket of his jacket as if moved by a spring. Moreover, this long wait had not made sense if, from the beginning, Hanson had not insisted on taking a look at the work environment of the deceased Klein, because then his colleague had limited to get down for chatting briefly with him to cover the record. But he also thought that you must be set aside discouragement in work. If you fall into it, then you start moving in a vicious cycle that goes from bad to worse. And Hanson considered himself as an honest and tireless worker, although their superiors put it so hard and difficult to him. Although little or nothing could make it clear, it was imperative to know where and how Klein unfolded his work. They had put him many obstacles to get up to the plant where he worked, so it seemed logical to deduce that they were "preparing it for visits" removing from among all those traces that could reveal any indication of a research which would lead some progress on competition.
      Finally, when he was about to return to reception to outline a slight complaint, the door of the room was opened. Hanson only had seen the lady of reception seated, he found a beauty when he saw her face. There was no doubt that in that respect at least the company of Klein was fully right. She invited him to follow her, then called a security officer who accompanied him to the second floor by an elevator. It was clear they wanted to limit his freedom of movement.
     
    When Hanson went through the lab door, but not b efore saying goodbye twice his companion, who not seemed unwilling to leave him alone, he recalled his student days. He had always liked chemistry and especially the practical classes, if only for the joke that he always mounted with peers. The silence was absolute, and at first could not see anyone. He noticed several test tubes that were on the shelves, especially in one of them whose strange shape caught his attention. When he was looking it from different points of view, he was frightened for a hand that somebody put on his shoulder, to the point that the tube flew literally a split second into the air. Fortunately, his reflexes were still the same, he m anaged to intercept it before reached the ground. When turned observed the spontaneous laughter of the investigator.
     
    - We were lucky. This is the only one of this model we have left!
    - Sorry! I have always drawn attention these pottery. Many of them are really originals.
    - Sorry, it has been my fault for introducing myself in so unusual wa y. I'm Clark Hopkins, you can’ t be other than ... - Offered his hand, Hanson shook it  -
    - Doctor Hopkins! Yeah , I am Hanson, Stuart Hanson. We talked on the phone.
    - Well, please tell me how I can help you ...
    - As I mentioned, we are preparing a report regarding Dr. Klein.
    - I do not understand, he was ... say ...
    - Do not