I never used to be sick; but since I met my doctor, he cures me again and again. Right now, I feel absolutely wonderful. I’m ready to lead the staff of The Topaz in extending every courtesy and service to Mr. Otellio’s important customers.

It’s Thursday, so I’m on my way to see my doctor. I’m early, so I buy a paper. “GERMANY ANNEXES AUSTRIA!” shouts the headline. What else? “ANOTHER BOONDOGGLE AT CITY HALL,” by Shaw Lambone. Who cares? I’ll bet that Lambone fellow has a nice safe job, a tapered suit, and an automobile with streamlining. I could tell him stories that would break his heart.

I take a flight of concrete steps with iron treads down from the afternoon sunshine to a dim, tiled cavern. I step up to the ticket booth. “Fourth Street.”

“But that’s only one stop away,” the cashier objects.