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reflected with irritation. Finally the physical examination was over, rubber gloves and all, and the patient had breathed deep through his mouth and whispered, "One two three" and whined "Ninety nine, ninety nine, ninety nine" - all with proper deference for the starched white delegate from the medical world who was calling the plays. "I'll be around to see you in the morning" promised the latter as he gathered up the tools of his profession and prepared to depart, having concluded his "work-up" with the ominous expression "Diagnosis deferred." Mr. L. could think of nothing more exuberant to reply than "Very well," which seemed about the midway between the servile "Thank you" and the pettish "Have it your own way."

 The next few days passed in the expected routine of "tests." To the friends who called or communicated by phone, he said jovially, "Oh I'm all right! I just came

in for tests. I don't know what they've found, if anything. They don't divulge." The first night he was