Ross looked at him.
Larry said, "It's a deal. Give us an hour to get out of here. Then use
the phone if you want to call a taxi, or whatever. I ain't stupid, this
thing was too complicated to begin with."
When Teeter and Morazzoni were gone, the three stood alone in the
corridor, looking at each other.
The doctor pushed his glasses back onto his nose with a thumb and
forefinger. "By Caesar," he said.
Ross ran a hefty paw back through his red crew cut and twisted his face
into a mock grimace. "Well," he said, "I have to revise my former
statement. I used brute strength against Crowley, the doctor used sweet
reason, and Pat her womanly wiles. And all failed. But as biochemists,
each working without the knowledge of the others, we used science--and
it paid off. I suppose the thing to do now is buy three jet tickets for
California."
Braun and Patricia looked at him blankly.
Ross explained. "Didn't you hear what Crowley said? His brother, Donald,
has moved out to San Francisco. He's our real Common Man, we'll have to
start the experiment all over again."
Dr. Braun snorted.
Patricia O'Gara, hands on hips, snapped, "Ross Wooley, our engagement is
off!"
Transcriber's Note:
This etext was produced from _Analog_ January 1963. Extensive
research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on
this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical
errors have been corrected without note.