The patient was obviously deranged, but
Dr. Janishefsky had to make sure first. So he
sat back in his chair and began to question—
The Man Who Made The World
By Richard Matheson
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Imagination Stories of Science and Fantasy
February 1954
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
Doctor Janishefsky sat in his office. Leaning back in a great leather chair, hands folded. He had a reflective air and a well-trimmed goatee. He hummed a few bars of—"It Ain't Whatcha Do, It's The Way Thatcha Do It." He broke off and looked up with a kindly smile as the nurse entered. Her name was Mudde.
NURSE MUDDE. Doctor, there is a man in the waiting room who says he made the world.
DOCTOR J. Oh?
NURSE MUDDE. Shall I let him in?
DOCTOR J. By all means, Nurse Mudde. Show the man in.