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"
I
don
’
t
want
any
more
if
I
’
ve
got
to
see
Dohmler
.
"
"
We
think
it
’
s
best
to
have
a
program
.
Four
weeks
have
passed
away
—
apparently
the
girl
is
in
love
with
you
.
That
’
s
not
our
business
if
we
were
in
the
world
,
but
here
in
the
clinic
we
have
a
stake
in
the
matter
.
"
"
I
’
ll
do
whatever
Doctor
Dohmler
says
,
"
Dick
agreed
.
But
he
had
little
faith
that
Dohmler
would
throw
much
light
on
the
matter
;
he
himself
was
the
incalculable
element
involved
.
By
no
conscious
volition
of
his
own
,
the
thing
had
drifted
into
his
hands
.
It
reminded
him
of
a
scene
in
his
childhood
when
everyone
in
the
house
was
looking
for
the
lost
key
to
the
silver
closet
,
Dick
knowing
he
had
hid
it
under
the
handkerchiefs
in
his
mother
’
s
top
drawer
;
at
that
time
he
had
experienced
a
philosophical
detachment
,
and
this
was
repeated
now
when
he
and
Franz
went
together
to
Professor
Dohmler
’
s
office
.
The
professor
,
his
face
beautiful
under
straight
whiskers
,
like
a
vine
-
overgrown
veranda
of
some
fine
old
house
,
disarmed
him
.
Dick
knew
some
individuals
with
more
talent
,
but
no
person
of
a
class
qualitatively
superior
to
Dohmler
.
—
Six
months
later
he
thought
the
same
way
when
he
saw
Dohmler
dead
,
the
light
out
on
the
veranda
,
the
vines
of
his
whiskers
tickling
his
stiff
white
collar
,
the
many
battles
that
had
swayed
before
the
chink
-
like
eyes
stilled
forever
under
the
frail
delicate
lids
—
"
.
.
.
Good
morning
,
sir
.
"
He
stood
formally
,
thrown
back
to
the
army
.
Professor
Dohmler
interlaced
his
tranquil
fingers
.
Franz
spoke
in
terms
half
of
liaison
officer
,
half
of
secretary
,
till
his
senior
cut
through
him
in
mid
-
sentence
.
"
We
have
gone
a
certain
way
,
"
he
said
mildly
.
"
It
’
s
you
,
Doctor
Diver
,
who
can
best
help
us
now
.
"
Routed
out
,
Dick
confessed
:
"
I
’
m
not
so
straight
on
it
myself
.
"
