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Show -391- The Professor tried not to stare directly into the doctor's wide, mottled face, so near his own. "Hold it. Hold it. Try to keep from blinking." The Professor tried. He did seem to feel the light beam strike his eyeballs. The doctor switched off the instrument and placed it again on the side table. "Remarkable," he said. "No damage done. Now let's have a look at that wound on your head." He stepped behind the Professor and began tinkering with the bandage. "Show me exactly where it is, just touch the spot - lightly." The Professor put a finger on the place where the policeman's club had landed. He felt a momentary stab of dulled pain and flinched. "Still touchy, huh?" the doctor said. He xas unwinding the bulky head covering that the Professor, his head bent, could see out of the corner of his eye, unwinding toward the floor. Finished, the doctor pulled it all together into a ball and thrust it into a trash collector. The warm air of the little room felt good on the Professor's scalp. "It's doing nicely," the doctor said. "It must have been a nasty blow, though." His fingers were playing lightly about the xround. |