After a couple of minutes, Lorry pulled away and poured the coffee. She reached for her uniform. Pete said, "Don't put it on yet." "Too dangerous--leaving it off." He eyed her dreamily. "I'll dredge up will power. I'll also get scads of fat rich clients. Then we'll get married so I can assault you legally." Lorry studied him. "You're not even listening to yourself. What is it, Pete? What have you dreamed up?" "Okay. I've got an idea. You said something would have to be done." "What?" "A drastic cure for a drastic case. With maybe disaster as the end product." "Tell me." "I'll tell you a little, but not too much." "Why not all?" "Because if we ever land in court. I want you to be able to say under oath, 'He didn't tell me what he planned to do.'" "I don't like that." "I don't care if you like it or not. Tell me, what's the one basic thing that stands out in your mind about these--entities?" "That they're ..." "Fragile?" "Yes--fragile." "Give me some more coffee." * * * * * Lorry demanded to know what was in Pete's mind. All she got was kissed, and she did not see Pete again until eleven o'clock that night. He found her in the corridor in Maternity and motioned her toward the nursery. He carried a tray under a white towel. He said, "You watch the door. I'm going inside. I'll be about a half an hour." "What are you going to do?" "You stay out here and mind your business. Your business will be to steer any nosey party away. If you can't, make noise coming in." Doc Pete turned away and entered the nursery. Lorry stood at the doorway, in the silence, under the brooding night-light, and prayed. Twenty-five minutes later, Pete came out. His face was white and drawn. He looked like a man who had lately had a preview of Hell's inverted pleasures. His hands trembled. The towel still covered the tray. He said, "Watch them close. Don't move ten steps from here." He started away--turned back. "All hell is scheduled to break loose in this hospital shortly. Let's hope God remains in charge." Lorry saw the sick dread of his heart underneath his words. * * * * * It could have been a major scandal. An epidemic of measles on the maternity floor of a modern hospital indicates the unforgivable medical sin--carelessness. It was hushed up as much as possible, pending the time when the top people could shake off the shock and recover their wits. The ultimate recovery of thirty babies was a tribute to everyone concerned. Wan, done-in, Doc Pete drank coffee in Lorry's room. Lorry gave him three lumps of sugar and said, "But are you sure the sickness killed the entities?" "Quite sure. Somehow they _knew_ when I made the injections. They screamed. They knew they were done for." "It took courage. Tell me: why are you so strong, so brave? Why are you so wonderful?"