"I have a hypothesis about your Richard Clements, a crazy, fantastic, wonderful hypothesis. Together we may be able to prove it. Bring your paper and whatever other material you have on him tonight."
"I haven't agreed to come," said Dr. Brown.
"Please say yes," pleaded Tom. 'This is really important to me. If my theory's right, you'll be amazed."
"Can't you explain it now?"
"It's too complicated and too fantastic even to consider without some hard evidence. You'll need to see it for your-self."
Dr. Brown looked at Tom and tried to take his measure. There was a disarming sincerity about him that made her feel she could trust him. Adventurous by nature she had to satisfy her curiosity. "All right," she said, "I'll come."
"Thank you, Dr. Brown. You won't regret it. I'll make my famous chili."
"Call me Constance," she said. A smile crept on to her face. "It's only fair to warn you, I'm infamous for my ap-petite."