The doctor clad himself dark, hoping to not be seen and if so not recognized. The whaler Johansen was instructed to be similarly attired. The nights work, illegal, carried a capital punishment. Removal of corpses from the grave was a lucrative endevor but Fragonards need was for research. Johansens conscent was strictly a financial matter.
The night drawing dark about the city streets the doctor began to consider abandoning the work. Though he troubled himself to hide shovels in a nearby crypt, which would require retreaval. Soon though he heard queer sounds of paddling from the river. The termination came with steps and drips from a nearby docking. The huge Swede soon emerged from the dark, watery clothing plastered to his frame.