"You don't believe it, eh?" said Calhoun. Then he said: "Murgatroyd, I'm going to spend odd moments all the rest of my life wondering about what happens to Dr. Lett! They'll kill him, somehow. But I suspect they'll be quite gentle with him. There's no way to imagine a punishment that would really fit! Isn't that more interesting than coffee?" "_Chee! Chee! Chee!_" said Murgatroyd insistently. "It wasn't wise to stay and try to make an ordinary public-health inspection. We'll send somebody else when things are back to normal." "_Chee!!!_" said Murgatroyd loudly. "Oh, all right!" said Calhoun. "If you're going to be emotional about it, pass you cup!" He reached out his hand, Murgatroyd put his tiny mug in it. Calhoun refilled it. Murgatroyd sipped zestfully. The Med Ship _Esclipus Twenty_ went on in overdrive, back toward sector headquarters of the Interstellar Medical Service. * * * * * End of Project Gutenberg's The Hate Disease, by William Fitzgerald Jenkins