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Chapter 14

           "Why,"Lanierasked,"doyoualwaysleavealittlelatheronthetopofyourhairwhenyoushave?"

           CautiouslyDickpartedsoapylips:"Ihaveneverbeenabletofindout.I’veoftenwondered.Ithinkit’sbecauseIgetthefirstfingersoapywhenImakethelineofmyside-burn,buthowitgetsupontopofmyheadIdon’tknow."

           "I’mgoingtowatchitallto-morrow."

           "That’syouronlyquestionbeforebreakfast?"

           "Idon’treallycallitaquestion."

           "That’soneonyou."

           HalfanhourlaterDickstarteduptotheadministrationbuilding.Hewasthirty-eightstilldecliningabeardheyethadamoremedicalauraabouthimthanhehadwornupontheRiviera.Foreighteenmonthsnowhehadlivedatthecliniccertainlyoneofthebest-appointedinEurope.LikeDohmler’sitwasofthemoderntypenolongerasingledarkandsinisterbuildingbutasmall,scattered,yetdeceitfullyintegratedvillageDickandNicolehadaddedmuchinthedomainoftaste,sothattheplantwasathingofbeauty,visitedbyeverypsychologistpassingthroughZurich.Withtheadditionofacaddyhouseitmightverywellhavebeenacountryclub.TheEglantineandtheBeeches,housesforthosesunkintoeternaldarkness,werescreenedbylittlecopsesfromthemainbuilding,camouflagedstrong-points.Behindwasalargetruckfarm,workedpartlybythepatients.Theworkshopsforergo-therapywerethree,placedunderasingleroofandthereDoctorDiverbeganhismorning’sinspection.

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