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Cedric went to his desk and, without sitting down, deflected the control on the intercom.

"Helena," he said, "before you send in Gerald Bocek get me the D.A. on the phone."

He glanced over the four patient cards while waiting. Once he rubbed his eyes gently. He had had a
restless night.

When the phone rang, he reached for it. "Hello? Dave?" he said. "About this patient, Gerald BocekтАФ"

"I was going to call you today," the District Attorney's voice sounded. "I called you yesterday morning at
ten, but no one answered, and I haven't had time since. Our police psychiatrist, Walters, says you might
be able to snap Bocek out of it in a couple of daysтАФat least long enough so that we can get some
sensible answers out of him. Down underneath his delusion of killing lizard pirates from Venus, there has
to be some reason for that mass killing, and the press is after us on this."

"But why bring him to my office?" Cedric said. "It's okay, of course, but тАж that is тАж I didn't think you
could! Take a patient out of the ward at City Hospital and transport him around town."

"I thought that would be less of an imposition on you," the D.A. said. "I'm in a hurry on it."

"Oh," Cedric said. "Well, okay, Dave. He's out in the waiting room. I'll do my best to snap him back to
reality for you."

He hung up slowly, frowning. "Less of an imposition!" His whispered words floated into his ears as he
snapped into the intercom, "Send Gerald Bocek in, please."



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The door from the reception room opened, and once again the procession of patient and police officers
entered.

"Well, well, good morning, Gar," Jerry said. "Did you sleep well? I could hear you talking to yourself
most of the night."

"I am Dr. Cedric Elton," Cedric said firmly.

"Oh, yes," Jerry said. "I promised to try to see things your way, didn't I? I'll try to cooperate with you,
Dr. Elton." Jerry turned to the four officers. "Let's see now, these gear lockers are policemen, aren't
they? How do you do, officers." He bowed to them, then looked around him. "And," he said, "this is your
office, Dr. Elton. A very impressive office. That thing you're sitting behind is not the chart table but your
desk, I gather." He studied the desk intently. "All metal, with a gray finish, isn't it."

"All wood," Cedric said. "Walnut."
"Yes, of course," Jerry murmured. "How stupid of me. I really want to get into your reality, Gar тАж I
mean, Dr. Elton. Or get you into mine. I'm the one who's at a disadvantage, though. Tied up, I can't get
into the medicine locker and take a yellow pill like you can. Did you take one yet?"