"Now let's not worry about that. We're going to have a perfectly healthy wonderful baby, and if anybody tells us differently, why, we'll just tell them to go jump in the lake, won't we?"
"The baby is absolutely normal?" Len said in a marked manner.
"Absolutely." Berry applied the stethoscope again. His face blanched.
"What's the matter?" Len asked after a moment.
The doctor's gaze was fixed and glassy.
"Vagitus uterinus," Berry muttered. He pulled the stethoscope off abruptly and stared at it. "No, of course it couldn't be. Now isn't that a nuisance? We seem to be picking up a radio broadcast with our little stethoscope here. I'll just go and get another instrument."
Moira and Len exchanged glances. Moira's was almost excessively bland.
Berry confidently came in with a new stethoscope, put the diaphragm against Moira's belly, listened for an instant and twitched once all over, as if his mainspring had snapped. Visibly jangling, he stepped away from the table. His jaw worked several times before any sound came out.
"Excuse me," he said, and walked out in an uneven line.
Len snatched up the instrument he had dropped.