have foreign matter lodged inside your skull. I hadn't even thought
about it.
Debra frowned slightly and reached up to touch the scar on her temple.
David felt his conscience twinge as he joined actively in the
conspiracy.
It can't do any harm, darling. Why not let Ruby give you a going over
while we are here? Heaven knows when we will have another opportunity.
Oh, David, Debra disparaged the idea. I know you are itching to head
for home, and so am V Another day or two won't matter, and now that we
have thought about it, it's going to worry us. Debra turned her head in
Ruby's direction. How long will it take? A day. I'll give you an
examination in the morning, and then we'll shoot some X-ray plates in
the afternoon. 'How soon could you see her? David asked, his vice
unnatural for he knew that the appointment had been arranged five weeks
previously.
Oh, I'm sure we could fit her in right away, tomorrow, even if we have
to do a little juggling. Yours is rather a special case. David reached
across and took Debra's hand.
Okay, darling? he asked.
Okay, David, she agreed readily.
Ruby's consulting-rooms were in the Medical Centre that towered above
the harbour and looked out across Table Bay to where the black
southeaster was hacking the tops from the waves in bursts of white, and
shrouding the far shores of the bay in banks of cloud as grey as wood
smoke.
The rooms were decorated with care and taste: two original landscapes by
Pierneef and some good carpets, Samarkand and a gold-washed Abedah, even
Ruby's receptionist looked like a hostess from a Playboy Club, without
the bunny ears and tail. It was clear that Dr. Friedman enjoyed the
good things of life.
The receptionist was expecting them, but still could not control the
widening of her eyes and the shocked flight of colour from her cheeks as
she looked at David's face.
Dr. Friedman is waiting for you, Mr. and Mrs. Morgan.
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