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Skinner was about to leave the office, when he
remembered that Alex had asked him to call. He dialled the Gullane
number. The sound of his daughter’s voice always gave him a
lift.
‘Hi, Babe. What was it that you forgot to ask me
this morning?’
‘It’s probably nothing, but remember you said this
morning at breakfast that, on some case or other, your guys had to
check an Amstrad like mine. You said that all the disks looked more
or less empty.’
‘Yes, so what?’
‘Well, did whoever did the checking know about the
limbo files?’
‘What the hell are limbo files?’
‘I thought not! It’s a software oddity. When you
erase a document, you don’t can it completely, at least not at
first. All you do is take it off the menu. As it fills up with live
files, the disk makes room by jettisoning the dead ones. But until
that happens, they can still be recovered.’
‘So you’re saying that if someone had tried to wipe
a disk, he might still have left something on it?’
‘Yes, that’s right.’
‘Clever girl. How do you check them?’
‘As I remember, you press the option key. Then you
press another, F5 I think, and it lets you bring the limbo files
back, ready for reading, printing, editing, anything you
like.’
‘Alex, that’s great. I’ll have them re-checked. If
we find anything I’ll put you up for an OBE or something.’
‘A law degree will be just fine. I must go now.
Love you, Pops. Take care.’