She frowned for a moment. "You want me to cure it," she said. "I'm not sure I understand how."
"I do," I said. "That's enough. From here on I just want to work a two-horse parlay. The old goat can't help but be convinced by the demonstration you are going to give him. The thing that I want is for him to agree that your PC powers exist at the same time. We'll whipsaw him good."
In the morning, after the first surgery was over, I went downstairs to the heart clinic. Doc Swartz was in his office. He's the best heart man at Memorial, and I figured that Maragon would have gone to him.
"What's up, Lefty?" he asked as I came in to his office and shut the door against some of the smells of the hospital. "How is your scalpel work coming?"
"I'll be doing my own cutting any day now," I said. "I came on another errand."
"So?"
"Did you give Maragon's heart a checkup in the last couple of weeks?" I asked.
"None of your business," he smiled. "You know I can't talk about my patients."
"This is Lodge business, Doc," I protested. "I know you aren't a Psi, and thus aren't subject to our discipline, but I think it's time we exchanged some information."