Potts struggled into a tight blue shirt minus most of the buttons. "I didn't have a key." "You're _talking_?" "I can talk when I want to," Potts admitted. "I just never want to." Nasen said, "That's more words than I've heard from you all at one time. Why did you come back stark naked like that?" "I thought my way out," Potts explained, pulling on the trousers that had evidently been tailored for a giant. "Oh, you thought your way out. Put those slippers on." Joe and Wilhart, flushed and panting, charged into the shower room. "There he is! Grab him!" Joe yelled. He seized Potts' arms and pulled them behind in a brutal double hammerlock. "He's not giving any trouble," Nasen said. "What happened, Joe?" "Damn if I know. He was in the shower, and I turned my head for a second. Next thing I knew, he was gone. What'd you find on him--a key or a lock-pick or something like that?" Nasen grinned. "He didn't have even that much on when I first saw him. He came into the day room and sat down, and Miss Davis like to threw a fit." Wilhart tossed a bundle on the floor. "There's nothing in his own clothes but a pack of cigarettes." "Where's the key, Orville Potts?" Joe grated, squeezing Potts's arms. "You know what's going to happen to you? You'll get the pack room, or maybe Ward D. How would you like Ward D, Orville Potts?" Nasen said, "If he had a key, he--" "You better run along, Nasen," Joe said. "I think Dr. Bean wants to talk to you." "Well, I--uh--" Looking worried, Nasen left the shower room. Wilhart handed Joe a towel. "Leave me alone!" Potts yelled. Joe wrapped the towel around Potts's neck. "Where's the key, Orville Potts?" "Help!" Potts cried. The towel tightened. With rapidly dimming vision, he saw Wilhart assume a stance. A huge fist thudded against his shrunken stomach. He tried to scream, but the towel cut off all air and sound. Again and again, the fist struck. Potts found himself sitting on the floor, gulping air into starved lungs. For a moment, he hoped he had managed another transportation, but the two white-clad human gorillas leering down at him proved he had not left the shower room. "Get up," Joe said. They dragged Potts to his feet. Nasen opened the door, clamped his teeth, and then opened his mouth to say, "Dr. Bean wants Orville Potts. I'll--" "I'll take him," Joe said. Potts winced as spatulate fingers almost met through his biceps. His feet barely touched the floor of the corridor when Joe marched him to the office of Dr. Lawrence D. Bean. * * * * * Dr. Bean, a thin bald man, sat behind a maple desk and peered at Potts over spectacles attached to a black ribbon. Joe shut the door and leaned against it. "I've been hearing things about you, Orville," Dr. Bean said. "We'll have a little examination. Now, hold your right arm out straight, close your eyes, and touch the end of your nose with your index finger."