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unusual. The search expedition found their last camp more or less intact, though the bears had eaten their stores. But there was no sign of the people whatsoever."
"And that's all I can tell you, I'm afraid."
"Yes," said Will. "Thank you. Umm… that journalist," he went on, stopping at the door. "You said he was interested in one of the men. Which one was it?"
"The explorer, saying nothing, frowning a little. Will saw him reach for the phone, and left the building quickly.

He found he was shaking. The journalist, so called, was one of the men who'd come to his house: a tall man with such fair hair that he seemed to have no type. A man called Parry.""What did he look like? The journalist, I mean?""What d'you want to know that for?""Because…" Will couldn't think of a plausible reason. He shouldn't have asked. "No reason. I just wondered.""As far as I can remember, he was a big blond man. Very pale hair.""Right, thanks," Will said, and turned to go.The man watched him leave the room