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He wants you both to go through, please.  Ruby looked different without

his prosperous paunch bulging over the waistband of a bathing costume,

but his greeting was warm as he took Debra's arm.

Shall we let David stay with us?  he asked Debra in mock conspiracy.

Let's, she answered.

After the usual clinical history which Ruby pursued relentlessly, he

seemed satisfied and they went through into his examination-room.  The

chair looked to David to be identical to a dentist's, and Ruby adjusted

it for Debra to lie back comfortably while he made a physical

examination, directing light through her pupils deep into the body of

each eye.

Nice healthy eyes, he gave his opinion at last, and very pretty also,

what do you say, David?  Smashing, David agreed, and Ruby sat Debra

upright while he attached electrodes to her arm and swung forward a

complicated-looking piece of electronic equipment.

ECG, David guessed, and Ruby chuckled and shook his head.

No, it's a little invention of my own.  I'm quite proud of it, but in

reality it's only a variation on the oldfashioned lie-detector. Question

time again?  Debra asked.

No.  We are going to flash lights at you, and see just what sort of

subconscious reaction you have to them.  'We know that already, 'Debra

told him, and they both heard the edge in her voice now.

Perhaps.  It's just an established routine we work to.  Ruby soothed

her, and then to David.  Stand back here, please.  The lights are pretty

fierce, and you don't want to be looking into them.  David moved back

and Ruby adjusted the machine.  A roll of graph paper began running

slowly under a moving stylus which settled almost immediately into a

steady rhythmic pattern.  On a separate glass screen a moving green dot

of light began to repeat the same rhythm, leaving a fading trail across

the screen like the tail of a comet.  It reminded David of the

interceptor radar screen on the instrument panel of a Mirage jet.  Ruby

switched out the top lights, plunging the room into utter darkness,

except for the pulsing green dot on the screen.

Are we ready now, Debra?  Look straight ahead, please.  Eyes open.

Soundlessly a brilliant burst of blue light filled the room, and

distinctly David saw the green dot on the screen jump out of its

established pattern, and for a beat or two it went haywire, then settled

again into the old rhythm.  Debra had seen the light flash, even though

she was unaware of it; the pulse of light had registered on her brain

and the machine had recorded her instinctive reaction.

The play with light went on for another twenty minutes while Ruby

adjusted the intensity of the light source and varied the transmissions.

At last he was satisfied, and turned the top lights up.

Well?  Debra demanded brightly.  Do I pass?  'There's nothing more I

want from you, Ruby told her.  You did just great, and everything is the

way we want it.  'Can I go now?  David can take you to lunch, but this

afternoon I want you at the radiologist's.  My receptionist arranged it

for 2:30, I believe, but you had best check with her.  Neatly Ruby

countered any attempt of David's to get him alone.

I shall let you know as soon as I have the X-ray results.  Here, I'll

write down the radiologist's address.  Ruby scribbled on his

prescription pad and handed it to David.  See me alone tomorrow io a. m.

David nodded and took Debra's arm.

He stared at Ruby a moment trying to draw some reaction from him, but he

merely shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes in a music-hall

comedian's gesture of uncertainty.

The Brig joined them for lunch in their suite at the Mount Nelson, for

David still could not endure the discomfort of the public rooms.  The

Brig drew upon some hidden spring of charm, as though sensing that his

help was needed, and he had both of them laughing naturally with stories

of Debra's childhood and the family's early days after leaving America.

David was grateful to him, for the time passed so quickly that he had to

hurry Debra to her appointment.

I am going to use two different techniques on you, my dear- David

wondered what it was about her that made all males over forty refer to

Debra as though she were twelve years old.  First of all we will do five

of what we call police mug shots, front, back, sides and top - The

radiologist was a red-faced, grey-haired man with big hands and heavy

shoulders like a professional wrestler.  We aren't even going to make

you take your clothes off - he chuckled, but David thought he detected a

faint note of regret.  Then after that, we are going to be terribly

clever and take a continuous moving shot of the inside of your head.

It's called tomography.

We are going to clamp your head to keep it still and the camera is going

to describe a circle around you, focused on the spot where all the

trouble is.  We are going to find out everything that's going on in that

pretty head of yours, I hope it doesn't shock you too much, doctor,

Debra told him, and he looked stunned for a moment, then let out a

delighted guffaw, and later David heard him repeating it to the sister

with gusto.

It was a long tedious business, and afterwards when they drove back to

the hotel, Debra leaned close to him and said, Let's go home, David.

Soon as we can?  'Soon as we can, he agreed.

David did not want it that way, but the Brig insisted on accompanying

David on his visit to Ruby Friedman the following morning.  For one of

the very few times in his life David had lied to Debra, telling her he

was meeting with the Morgan Trust accountants, and he had left her in a

lime-green bikini lying beside the hotel swimming pool, brown and slim

and lovely in the sunlight.

Ruby Friedman was brusque and businesslike.  He seated them opposite his

desk and came swiftly to the core of the business.

Gentlemen, he said.  We have a problem, a hell of a problem.  I am going

to show you the X-ray plates first to illustrate what I have to tell you

- Ruby swivelled his chair to the scanner and switched on the book-light

to bring the prints into high relief.  On this side are the plates that

Edelman sent me from Jerusalem.  You can see the grenade fragment.  It

was stark and hard edged, a small triangular shard of steel lying in the

cloudy bone structure.  And here you can see the track through, the

optic chiasma, the disruption and shattering of the bone is quite

evident.  Edelman's original diagnosis, based on these plates, and on

the complete inability to define light or shape, seems to be confirmed.

The optic nerve is severed, and that's the end of it.  Quickly he

unclipped the plates, and fitted others to the scanner.  All right.

Now here are the second set of plates, taken yesterday.

Immediately notice how the grenade fragment has been consolidated and

encysted.  The stark outline was softened by the new growth of bone

around it.  That is good, and expected.  But here in the channel of the

chiasma we find the growth of some sort that leaves itself open to a

number of interpretations.  It could be scarring, the growth of bone

chips, or some other type of growth either benign or malignant.  Ruby

arranged another set of plates upon the scanner.  Finally, this is the

plate exposed by the technique of tomography, to establish the contours

of this excrescence.  It seems to conform to the shape of the bony

channel of the chiasma, except here, Ruby touched a small half-round

notch which was cut into the upper edge of the growth, - this little