Morrissey laughed. “Don’t tell me you weren’t sure!”
“I’m always sure,” Bruno said. “Just the same, confirmation’s always pleasant. I’m thirsty as the devil. Get me some ice, Ken, will you?”
“All right.” Morrissey leaned out of the door and called the nurse. Then he came back and lowered the Venetian blind. “Sun in your eyes. That better? How do you feel, or need I ask?”
“Quite normal. No ill effects at all. Say, you’d better notify Barbara I’m alive.”
“I already have. She’s coming over. Meanwhile, Parsons is outside. Want to see him?”
“Sure.”
The physicist must have been near the door, for he appeared almost instantly.
“I’ll have to depend on you now,” he said. “Psychiatric examinations are out of my line, but Dr. Morrissey tells me we’ve apparently succeeded.”
“We can’t be sure yet,” Bruno said cautiously, reaching for cracked ice. “I’m keeping my fingers crossed.”