Berry's mouth worked convulsively in sheer rage but he had no words left to contain it. He put his head on his knees and sobbed. The other psychologists of the research division came crowding into the laboratory to seek the cause of all the tumult. "What happened?" Dr. Wilholm inquired. "Well, Doc Berry has gone an' riled hisself into 'nuther accident," Wims informed him. "I suppose you had nothing to do with it," Wilholm snapped. "Cain't rightly say Ah had. He worked it out all by hisself." "Just like the rest of us, I suppose," Wilholm said with unconcealed hostility. "Well now y'all mention it, Doc, Ah ain't nevah seen sich a collection o' slip-fingered folk. Always bustin' either their gear or theirselves." "Listen, you--" "Now lookit Doc Castle up on top o' that lockah. He's gonna bust a leg if he don't quit foolin' with that critter." Wilholm turned to see Dr. Castle up near the ceiling trying to get at a chimpanzee perched just out of reach on a steam pipe. "Castle, are you crazy?" he cried. "Get down from there before you hurt yourself." "But I've got to get Zsa Zsa into a cage before one of the cats gets her," Castle protested. Just then an ocelot leaped for Zsa Zsa and she leaped for Dr. Castle who promptly lost his balance and plummeted toward Dr. Wilholm who foolishly tried to catch him. They all crashed to the floor and lay stunned for some moments. Castle attempted to rise but he sank back almost immediately with a grimace of pain. "I think my leg is broken," he announced. "Well Ah tole you," Wims said. "Ain't that so, Dr. Wilholm?" Wilholm attempted to hurl Zsa Zsa at Wims but found to his surprise he could only wriggle his fingers. The effort sent little slivers of pain slicing through his back. By this time the laboratory was resounding with the fury of a riot sale in a bargain basement. Sounds of destruction, counterpointed with cries of pain and imprecations increased as the staff pursued maddeningly elusive animals through a growing jungle of toppled and overturning equipment. At the far end there was a shower of sparks and a flash of flame as something furry plunged into a network of wires and vacuum tubes. * * * * * Two hours later, Dr. Titus, the division chief, strolled in just as the firemen quenched the last stubborn flames. He surveyed the nearly total ruin of the laboratory. "Really!" he said to a thickly bandaged Dr. Berry who was attempting to rescue an undamaged electroencephalograph from a gleeful fireman's ax, "can't you test your hypothesis without being so untidy?" Dr. Berry whirled and struck Dr. Titus. "Of course you know what this means," Titus said calmly, rubbing his jaw. "I'll just have to have a closer look at your Rorschach." "You can just go take a closer look," Berry snarled. "Now, now," Titus said soothingly, "why don't we just go to my office and find out what is disturbing us? Hm-m-m?"