Chapter Four Nanda peeked over his shoulder. ‘I am determined not to be blocked out, Konrad.’ ‘There is nothing for you to be prevented from seeing,’ he mumbled, dazed. Nanda surveyed the empty cupboard in brief silence. ‘Wandered off, has he?’ ‘It appears.’ ‘Why does that keep happening to you?’ ‘I don’t know.’ Konrad felt a weak-kneed desire to sit down. ‘He has no… I mean, he couldn’t wander off. He hasn’t got any — any—’ He made a vague gesture in the direction of his own legs, unable to finish the sentence. He had presided over a string of recent cases wherein the bodies of apparently murdered people were later discovered to be everywhere but where Konrad had left them. There were a variety of explanations for this, most of which were decidedly… strange. In this instance, Konr