Miss Dupont grabbed at Dr. Kalmar's hand, but he had already turned on the current.
"Anything else?" he asked.
"Well, he has to get married, of course," Dr. Lowell said. "Let him look at Miss Dupont—she's scheduled for this year, isn't she?—while you give him a shot of mating urge. Now, wipe out the memory of this incident and put him on a joy jag. We can validate that by liquoring him up afterward. When you're finished, bring him to."
Dr. Hoyt came out of it almost with a whoop. He lurched out of the insulated seat, stared at Miss Dupont for a moment with eyes that almost glittered, and seized and kissed her.
"My goodness!" she gasped.
"Now, what were you saying about ethics?" Dr. Lowell asked.
There was no answer. Both Miss Dupont and Mrs. Kalmar had frozen.
"You drugged them, too?" Dr. Kalmar weakly wanted to know.
"A bit slower-acting," admitted the old man. "All you have to do with them is wipe out the last half hour. Don't want any witnesses to an unethical act, you know. Oh, and put them on a jag also."
Dr. Kalmar followed instructions.