For the crew of the _Lancet_ six hours was seven hours too long. They herded cringing Moruan "volunteers" into the little ship's lab. Jenkins handled external examinations and blood and tissue chemistries; Stone ran the X-ray and pan-endoscopic examinations. After four grueling hours the Red Doctor groaned and scowled at the growing pile of data. "Okay. It seems that they're vaguely humanoid. And that's about all we can say for sure. I think we're wasting time. What say we tackle the Wizards for a while?" Aguar's guards urged the tall Moruan with the purple cap into the control room at gunpoint, along with a couple of minor medical potentates. Purple-hat's name was Kiz, and it seemed that he wasn't having any that day. "Look," said Jenkins intensely. "You've seen this illness before. We haven't. So you can at least get us started. What kind of course does it run?" Silence. "All right then, what causes it? Do you know? Bacteria? Virus? Degeneration?" Silence. Jenkins' face was pale. "Look, boys--your Boss out there is going to cool before long if something doesn't happen fast--" His eyes narrowed on Kiz. "Of course, that might be right up your alley--how about that? His Eminence bows out, somebody has to bow in, right? Maybe you, huh?" Kiz began sputtering indignantly; the Red Doctor cut him off. "It adds up," he said heatedly. "You've got the power, you've got your magic and all. Maybe you were the boys that turned thumbs down so violently on the idea of a Hospital Earth Contract, eh? Couldn't risk having outsiders cutting in on your trade." Jenkins rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "But somehow it seems to me you'd have a whale of a lot more power if you learned how to control this Pox." Kiz stopped sputtering quite abruptly. He blinked at his confederates for a long moment. Then: "You're an idiot. It can't be done." "Suppose it could." "The Spirit of the Pox is too strong. Our most powerful spells make him laugh. He eats our powders and drinks our potions. Even the Iron Circle won't drive him out." "Won't it, now! Well, we have iron _needles_ and potions that eat the bottoms out of their jars. Suppose _they_ drive him out?" The Moruan was visibly shaken. He held a whispered conference with his henchmen. "You'll _show_ us these things?" he asked suspiciously. "I'll make a bargain," said Jenkins. "You give us a Contract, we give you the power--fair enough?" More whispers. Wally Stone tugged at Sam's sleeve. "What do you think you're doing?" he choked. "These boys will cut your throat quicker than Aguar will--" "Maybe not," said Sam. "Look, I've got an idea--risky, but it might work if you'll play along. We can't lose much." The whispers stopped and Kiz nodded to the Red Doctor. "All right, we bargain," he said. "_After_ you show us."