The limo dropped Clive at the front steps and he was greeted by Doctor Styles, who was a small man with thinning fair hair and a worried smile, who bobbed and almost bowed as he shook hands with Clive.“So pleased to see you, Home Secretary!” he enthused. “It’ll be an honour to show you what we’ve accomplished with your grant!”Ah! So it was one of those, Clive thought. We’ve been subsidising them for years and now they think it’s time they showed us something or we’ll cut them off in the next round of treasury bargaining.“Always a pleasure to see how well the tax payers’ money’s being spent!” Clive replied genially, and was surprised at the doctor’s response.“Then I venture to hope, Sir, that you will find today a very special pleasure indeed!” he said and rather than being put on his guard as Clive had intended, he seemed to relax and become more confident. Clive was intrigued.The man became so self confident that he actually led Clive by the arm up the stairs and into the main building, almost rushing him past reception and then hurrying him along clean, well-lit corridors before ushering him into a large, bare room where several men in white lab coats waited.
