Gregory Diggs found out that Dr. Brainbridge worked at the psych center only two mornings a week, so it was two days later that Gregory stood waiting in front of the dentist’s office in the center’s main building. He was nervous, he realized, no doubt about it. He suffered from a bad conscience, knowing that this was the man he’d intended to rob only a few days earlier. He still didn’t know if he’d been in the right place or not, or if the odd character in old-fashioned clothes was a demented relative of this dentist’s or what. Gregory fidgeted: and who was the younger man who had finally let him go? For all of Gregory’s desire to tell his story and prove John Window’s abilities, he hadn’t dared go back to Brainbridge’s house. So now he waited impatiently as Dr. Brainbridge walked down the corridor, with Seven stepping smartly beside him.

Seven and Gregory recognized each other at once. Gregory started to bolt, certain that the story of the attempted robbery must be out—but in a flash, Seven grinned, put out his hand and said, “A patient who can’t wait to get in, huh?”

Confused, Gregory managed a smile half guilty and half filled with gratitude.

Dr. George Brainbridge said, “You aren’t on my appointment list today, are you?”

Brainbridge opened the door at the same time, and Gregory pushed in past Seven. “I have to talk to you. Just a minute. You’ve got to see something.”

He was almost pleading, and his manner toward George was so deferential that George grinned quizzically and said, with a half laugh: “Not out to get me today?”

“I’m done with all of that. Look at this,” Gregory cried, opening his mouth as wide as he could.

George shrugged, adjusted his glasses, started to say, “What happened? Lose a tooth?” when, looking, he gasped, cried “Jesus Christ, sit down there,” and shoved Gregory over to the dental chair.

“Open wider,” he demanded. Gregory did. George let out a long whistle and said to Seven: “Look in this kid’s mouth, will you? Tell me what you see.”

Wonderingly, Seven looked. “All fine and dandy,” he said. “Uh, super.”

And George Brainbridge, his face flushed, said, “That’s what I was afraid you’d say.”

“Surprised, I bet?” Gregory said. He laughed as George put his hand into his mouth and started tugging at the tight teeth.