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or some other speech disorder?”

“Speech center? Why, I wasn’t even close to the speech centers.”

“Huh?”

“Put a rock in your right hand, Phil, so you’ll know it next time.
You’re turned around a hundred and eighty degrees. I was working
in the right cerebral lobe, not the left lobe.”

Huxley looked puzzled, spread both hands out in front of him,
glanced from one to the other, then his 1 face cleared and he
laughed. “You’re right. You know, I have the damndest time with
that. I never can remember which way to deal in a bridge game.
But wait a minute—I had it so firmly fixed in my mind that you were


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on the left side in the speech centers that I am confused. What do
you think the result will be on his neurophysiology?”

“Nothing—if past experience is any criterion. What I took away he’ll
never miss. I was working in terra incognito, pal—No Man’s Land.
If that portion of the brain that I was in has any function, the best
physiologists haven’t been able to prove it.”

CHAPTER TWO

Three Blind Mice

BRRRNNG!

Joan Freeman reached out blindly with one hand and shut off the
alarm clock, her eyes jammed shut in the vain belief that she could
remain asleep if she did. Her mind wondered. Sunday. Don’t have
to get up early on Sunday. Then why had she set the alarm? She
remembered suddenly and rolled out of bed, warm feet on a floor
cold in the morning air. Her pajamas landed on that floor as she
landed in the shower, yelled, turned the shower to warm, then
back to cold again.

The last item from the refrigerator had gone into a basket, and a
thermos jug was filled by the time she beard the sound of a car on
the hill outside, the crunch of tires on granite in the driveway. She
hurriedly pulled on short boots, snapped the loops of her jodphurs
under them, and looked at herself in the mirror. Not bad, she
thought. Not Miss America, but she wouldn’t frighten any children.

A banging at the door was echoed by the doorbell, and a baritone
voice, “Joan! Are you decent?”