He tossed his head back and closed his eyes, using the exercises Herzog had shown him to reduce the tension. When he felt his neck muscles relax a little, he sighed and brought his head upright again. Beyond Hart’s engimatic gift the telecom screen glowed with a frozen image. The screen showed a hardcover book lying on a rug, half covered by a sheet. Due to the forced image enlargement, the image wasn’t sharp, but it was clear enough for Sam to recognize it. While Dodger’s electronic delvings seemed to contradict Sam’s certainty that the woman who was residing in Hyde-White’s residence was his sister, the book argued otherwise. And, to Sam, the book won the argument and spurred his haste.