Chapter 3

           Onemorningaweeklater,stoppingatthedeskforhismail,Dickbecameawareofsomeextracommotionoutside:PatientVonCohnMorriswasgoingaway.Hisparents,Australians,wereputtinghisbaggagevehementlyintoalargelimousine,andbesidethemstoodDoctorLadislauprotestingwithineffectualattitudesagainsttheviolentgesturingsofMorris,senior.TheyoungmanwasregardinghisembarkationwithaloofcynicismasDoctorDiverapproached.

           "Isn’tthisalittlesudden,Mr.Morris?"

           Mr.MorrisstartedashesawDick—hisfloridfaceandthelargechecksonhissuitseemedtoturnoffandonlikeelectriclights.HeapproachedDickasthoughtostrikehim.

           "Hightimeweleft,weandthosewhohavecomewithus,"hebegan,andpausedforbreath."Itishightime,DoctorDiver.Hightime."

           "Willyoucomeinmyoffice?"Dicksuggested.

           "NotI!I’lltalktoyou,butI’mwashingmyhandsofyouandyourplace."

           HeshookhisfingeratDick."Iwasjusttellingthisdoctorhere.We’vewastedourtimeandourmoney."

           DoctorLadislaustirredinafeeblenegative,signallingupavagueSlavicevasiveness.DickhadneverlikedLadislau.HemanagedtowalktheexcitedAustralianalongthepathinthedirectionofhisoffice,tryingtopersuadehimtoenter;butthemanshookhishead.

           "It’syou,DoctorDiver,YOU,theveryman.IwenttoDoctorLadislaubecauseyouwerenottobefound,DoctorDiver,andbecauseDoctorGregoroviusisnotexpecteduntilthenightfall,andIwouldnotwait.