"Hey, Joe!"
An attendant in white uniform shuffled into the corridor of closed doors, carrying a tray with one hand and scratching his head with the other.
"How about joining us for a game of poker?"
Joe shook his head and grinned. "Not me, Professor! I start buddying around with the loonies, I lose my job."
"But we're not inmates!"
"Maybe not, but Dr. Rothman is."
"Doesn't prove I'm crazy, Joe," said Rothman. "Conversely, not being inmates doesn't prove these men are sane."
"It's a fact you don't look any crazier to me than a lot of professors," confessed Joe. "I don't know. All I know is, I'm not crazy enough to break the rules and lose my job. Besides, you long-hairs wouldn't stand a chance at poker with me."
Still grinning, he shuffled out of sight down the hall.