[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Imagination Stories of Science and Fantasy
February 1954
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
_Doctor Janishefsky sat in his office. Leaning back in a great leather
chair, hands folded. He had a reflective air and a well-trimmed goatee.
He hummed a few bars of--"It Ain't Whatcha Do, It's The Way Thatcha
Do It." He broke off and looked up with a kindly smile as the nurse
entered. Her name was Mudde._
NURSE MUDDE. Doctor, there is a man in the waiting room who says he
made the world.
DOCTOR J. Oh?
NURSE MUDDE. Shall I let him in?
DOCTOR J. By all means, Nurse Mudde. Show the man in.
_Nurse Mudde left. A small man entered. He was five foot five wearing a
suit made for a man six foot five. His hands were near-hidden by the
sleeve ends, his trouser leg bottoms creased sharply at the shoe tops,
assuming the function of unattached spats. The shoes were virtually
invisible. As was the gentleman's mouth lurking behind a mustache of
mouselike proportions._
DOCTOR J. Won't you have a seat Mr....