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He threw back a sheet. The cadaver had a high-domed head, deep-set eyes, a small moustache and goatee. It looked a lot like William Shakespeare from the Droeshout engraving on the title page of the first folio.
'What do you think?'
'Okay,' I said slowly, 'he looks like Shakespeare, but if Victor wore his hair like that, so would he.'
Bowden nodded. It was a fair point.
'And this one wrote the Basil Brush sonnet?'
'No; that particular sonnet was written by this one.'
With a flourish Bowden pulled back the sheet from another cadaver to reveal a corpse identical to the first, only a year or two younger. I stared at them both as Bowden revealed yet another.
'So how many Shakespeares did you say you had?'
'Officially, none. We've got a Shaxtper, a Shakespoor and a Shagsper. Only two of them had any writing on them, all have ink-stained fingers, all are genetically identical, and all died of disease or hypothermia brought on by self-neglect.'
'Down-and-outs?'
'Hermits is probably nearer the mark.'
'Aside from the fact that they all have left eyes and one size of toe,' said Stig, who had been examining the cadavers at length, 'they are very good indeed. We haven't seen this sort of craftsmanship for years.'
'They're copies of a playwright named William Shakes—'
'We know of Shakespeare, Mr Cable,' interrupted Stig. 'We are particularly fond of Caliban from The Tempest. This is a deep recovery job. Brought back from a piece of dried skin or a hair in a death mask or something.'
'When and where, Stig?'
He thought for a moment.
'They were probably built in the mid-thirties,' he announced. 'At the time there were perhaps only ten biolabs in the world that could have done this. We think we can safely say we are looking at one of the three biggest genetic engineering labs in England.'
'Not possible,' said Bowden. 'The manufacturing records of York, Bognor Regis and Scunthorpe are in the public domain; it would be inconceivable that a project of this magnitude could have been kept secret.'
'And yet they exist,' replied Stig, pointing to the corpses and bringing Bowden's argument to a rapid close. 'Do you have the genome logs and trace element spectroscopic evaluations?' he added. 'More careful study might reveal something.'
'That's not standard autopsy procedure,' replied Rumplunkett. 'I have my budget to think of'
'If you do a molar cross-section as well we will donate our body to this department when we die.'
'I'll do them for you while you wait,' said Mr Rumplunkett.
Stig turned back to us.
'We'll need forty-eight hours to have a look at them – shall we meet again at my house? We would be honoured by your presence.'
He looked me in the eye. He would know if I lied.
'I'd like that very much.'
'We, too. Wednesday at midday?'
'I'll be there.'
The Neanderthal raised his hat, gave a small grunt and moved off.
'Well,' said Bowden as soon as Stig was out of earshot, 'I hope you like eating beetles and dock leaves.'
