I asked Ricori if he would like to be present at my examination. He said that he would. He spoke to his
two men, and they took positions at each side of the hospital doors-on guard. Ricori and I went to the
room assigned to the patient. The orderlies had stripped him, and he lay upon the adjustable cot, covered
by a sheet. Braile, for whom I had sent, was bending over Peters, intent upon his face, and plainly
puzzled. I saw with satisfaction that Nurse Walters, an unusually capable and conscientious young
woman, had been assigned to the case. Braile looked up at me. He said: "Obviously some drug."
"Maybe," I answered. "But if so then a drug I have never encountered. Look at his eyes-"
I closed Peters' lids. As soon as I had lifted my fingers they began to rise, slowly, until they were again
wide open. Several times I tried to shut them. Always they opened: the terror, the horror in them,
undiminished.