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Show -63- six-foot-two football player who whispered a t him from behind to t e s t his hearing? The gum-chewing, mini-skirted flapper who took his blood samples. The pale-faced, bespectacled boy who switched off and on the eye c h a r t s . Only the cardiographer, with his collection of wires and guages, with his cold metal connectors that made the Professor jump when they touched his flesh, seemed professional* and, even then, the Professor won-dered if i t might no,' a f t e r a l l , be the presence of so complex a machine that made him seem so. The examination took a l i t t l e over two hours to complete. As he l e f t the l a s t s t a l l and emerged into a waiting room near the door, the Professor was asked to take a seat for a few moments u n t i l a l l the r e s u l t s were in? He sat down on the metal-legged, naugehide-covered sofa with confidence, certain that the afternoon's procedures had been a waste of time. He leafed through a torn copy of Field and Stream that had been flung on the seat beside him by some former occupant. The pictures reminded him of his youth? when he had read such magazines devotedly? attempting to wrench from them the secrets of nature that surrounded him in his home envirjonment? A nurse entered the room and called his name. He put down the magazine and got to his feet? "They want you for another blood t e s t , " she told him? He had forgotten? in the maze of t e s t s , where they had drawn his blood? She directed him down a narrow hallway? told him to take a l e f t turn when he had passed through the door at |