Lester forced a smile. "Yeah," he said, "sure."

Just then a nurse, eyeing Lester with uneasy speculation, edged quietly

into the room. "You'll have to leave now, Mr. Holmes," she said. "The

doctors are waiting for you."

"Doctors?" Lester said, then decided to let it go; the hospital had

became a dark and mysterious place. He leaned down and kissed Ginny

lightly on the lips. "Get some rest, dear," he murmured.

* * * * *

There were six doctors in the little office, an assorted half dozen of

varying sizes and ages. The white-coated oath-taker with whom Lester

had shared the cryptic conversation in the hall presided over the

gathering from behind a desk at the far side of the room. The others

sat in chairs that had been arranged against the walls. All of them

eyed Lester with something like grave wonder as he moved forward and

took his seat in front of the desk. Lester looked hopefully from one to

the other, then cleared his throat. The small doctor to his left jumped.

"I realize," Lester said, "that I'm not acquainted with hospital

routine. This is the first time...."

"Of course, Mr. Holmes," the pinkish doctor put in quickly, with a

sort of reverent horror. "And I must confess that procedures have

necessarily been a trifle irregular in this case...."

"Case?" Lester said. "What's wrong, doctor? Why won't you tell me?"

The doctor folded his pale, slender hands before him with intricate

care. "Mr. Holmes," he said gently, "have you ever taken an I.Q. test?"

Lester stared at him blankly for a moment. He was conscious of a

sinking sensation, much as though he were a cake in an oven and someone

had slammed a door somewhere. "Yes, I have," he said cautiously. "I

don't remember the score exactly. They said I was average. Is there

something wrong with my son, doctor?"

Again the doctor avoided a direct reply. "How about your wife, has she

ever had an intelligence test?"

"I don't know," Lester answered truthfully. "She's mentioned several

times that she only graduated from school by the skin of her teeth. But

what has that got to do with...."

"I wonder, Mr. Holmes, if you'd be willing to submit to an extensive

examination and observation? It might take about a month or so, I'm

afraid. You work for a bank, don't you?"

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