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The
soldier
was
properly
armed
,
but
hatless
,
and
his
uniform
seemed
too
sloppy
.
"
Where
are
you
going
,
bud
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Let
me
in
!
"
Dr
.
Stadler
ordered
contemptuously
.
"
What
’
s
your
business
here
?
"
"
I
’
m
Dr
.
Robert
Stadler
.
"
"
I
’
m
Joe
Blow
.
I
said
,
What
’
s
your
business
?
Are
you
one
of
the
new
or
one
of
the
old
?
"
"
Let
me
in
,
you
idiot
!
I
’
m
Dr
.
Robert
Stadler
!
"
It
was
not
the
name
,
but
the
tone
of
voice
and
the
form
of
address
that
seemed
to
convince
the
soldier
.
"
One
of
the
new
,
"
he
said
and
,
opening
the
door
,
shouted
to
somebody
inside
,
"
Hey
,
Mac
,
take
care
of
Grandpaw
here
,
see
what
he
wants
!
"
In
the
bare
,
dim
hall
of
reinforced
concrete
,
he
was
met
by
a
man
who
might
have
been
an
officer
,
except
that
his
tunic
was
open
at
the
throat
and
a
cigarette
hung
insolently
in
the
corner
of
his
mouth
.
"
Who
are
you
?
"
he
snapped
,
his
hand
jerking
too
swiftly
to
the
holster
on
his
hip
.
"
I
’
m
Dr
.
Robert
Stadler
.
"
