Doctor Benjamin was proud of his ability to analysis his customers. He would also only treat those who asked few questions. He had adapted and taped his favourite piece of Schubert, Der Doppelgänger. Very few who visited his consulting rooms picked up on the origins of his music or realised the magnitude of what lay behind his adaptations.
If they had seen the piano at which he played, it is still doubtfull that anyone would have realised to magnitude of his depravity. That is unless they had thought about the former use of the room in which he stored and played his musical instrument. He loved his piano more than the tools of his trade. A cosmetic surgeon he was regularly asked to trim away surplus skin, few gave any thought as to what happened to their skin once it had been removed.
Had they examine closely the cover that protected his piano, they might have spotted to amazing patchwork of tiny fragments that had been so carefully stitched together. Death walked with his music.