"This _fuss_ I am talking about," continued the Director, "has been taken as grounds for wild infringement of any and all regulations by personnel of this hospital. I want it made perfectly clear that motorbeds not in official use should be stored in the proper supply rooms, according to the chart in the Commissary office. We are setting up a daily check-in system--" "Let's get out of here," said Miss Knox. "--to prevent further misuse of this equipment." "Get on the bed," said Dr. Brooks. "If they saw you go up to Boney, we can't leave it here." "_Furthermore_, any private or unauthorized use of this or other hospital equipment may be punished by immediate dismissal--" Miss Knox took a step toward the motorbed. "I'd like to look in on Mr. Barger." "--with _particular_ application to the young woman who used a motorbed tonight to visit a sick friend." Miss Knox stood feet apart, hands on hips. "The dirty son of a bitch," she said. * * * * * Miss Erwin came running across the Mushroom, white pumps clacketing half off her feet. "Oh!" she said, and stopped, panting. "Has the world really been taken over by admen?" Brooks stopped the motorbed. "Just America," he said, "and only a few admen." He helped Miss Knox down and they all walked toward the emergency rooms. "Boney is fine, Dr. Brooks," said Miss Erwin. "He just went back to sleep. But Mr. Barger is not feeling well." "Is Mr. Barger awake?" "Oh, no, Doctor, but he was moaning. A sort of breath-moan, with his eyes still shut. Dr. Feld took a mutape and said he wasn't getting regular delirium patterns at all." "Has Dr. Gesner been here?" "We've tried and tried to reach him, but he left no word with his office or at home. His nurses are terribly worried about him, and his wife--oh, Miss Knox, do you suppose he drinks?" Miss Erwin's forehead grew a splotch of pink. "_Oh_, I'm sorry, Doctor! I'm terribly upset." "Go home, Hilda," said Miss Knox. "I can handle things--I go on in less than an hour, anyway. Let's foul up Hamilton's schedule." "Oh, Miss _Knox_!" "Just one more thing--before you go to bed, get a uniform from my room and give it to Miss Kelly, to bring with her when she comes up for day shift. If my door is open, close it." "Here's a key." Dr. Brooks said. "Give it to one of the attendants in the dining room. If no one's eating breakfast yet, leave it with Old Man Mackey. Say that I want some linens and a suit--any suit--brought up for me when the shift changes. Not before." "What color socks, Doctor?" "Any color." "Thanks so much," said Miss Erwin, backing toward the escalator. Brooks muttered, "The Mushroom doesn't suit her looks." "She's too young," said Miss Knox. "What's-his-name who designed it--you know, the one who did the museums--was ninety-four." "He's still designing," said Brooks.