thought；　the　premises　were　not　unoccupied。　　Naturally　I　inquired
  how　soon　he　meant　to　operate。　　Personally　I　trusted　there　was　no
  hurry　about　it。　　I　was　perfectly　willing　to　wait　for　several
  years；　if　necessary。　　He　smiled　at　my　ignorance。
  〃I　never　operate；〃　he　said；　〃operating　is　entirely　out　of　my　line。
  I　am　a　diagnostician。〃
  He　was；　tooI　give　him　full　credit　for　that。　　He　was　a　good；
  keen；　close　diagnostician。　　How　did　he　know　I　had　only　fifteen
  dollars　on　me？　　You　did　not　have　to　tell　this　man　what　you　had；
  or　how　much。　　He　knew　without　being　told。
  I　asked　whether　he　was　acquainted　with　Doctor　YY　being　a　person
  whom　I　had　met　casually　at　a　club　to　which　I　belong。　　Oh；　yes；　he
  said；　he　knew　Doctor　Y。　　Y　was　a　clever　man；　X　saidvery；　very
  clever；　but　Y　specialized　in　the　eyes；　the　ears；　the　nose　and　the
  throat。　　I　gathered　from　what　Doctor　X　said　that　any　time　Doctor　Y
  ventured　below　the　thorax　he　was　out　of　bounds　and　liable　to　be
  penalized；　and　that　if　by　any　chance　he　strayed　down　as　far　as　the
  lungs　he　would　call　for　help　and　back　out　as　rapidly　as　possible。
  This　was　news　to　me。　　It　would　appear　that　these　up…to…date
  practitioners　just　go　ahead　and　divide　you　up　and　partition　you
  out　among　themselves　without　saying　anything　to　you　about　it。　　Your
  torso　belongs　to　one　man　and　your　legs　are　the　exclusive　property
  of　his　brother　practitioner　down　on　the　next　block；　and　so　on。
  You　may　belong　to　as　many　as　half　a　dozen　specialists；　most　of
  whom；　very　possibly；　are　total　strangers　to　you；　and　yet　never
  know　a　thing　about　it　yourself。
  It　has　rather　the　air　of　trespassnay；　more　than　that；　it　bears
  some　of　the　aspects　of　unlawful　entrybut　I　suppose　it　is　legal。
  Certainly；　judging　by　what　I　am　able　to　learn；　the　system　is　being
  carried　on　generally。　　So　it　must　be　ethical。　　Anything　doctors
  do　in　a　mass　is　ethical。　　Almost　anything　they　do　singly　and　on
  individual　responsibility　is　unethical。　　Being　ethical　among　doctors
  is　practically　the　same　thing　as　being　a　Democrat　in　Texas　or　a
  Presbyterian　in　Scotland。
  〃Y　will　never　do　for　you；〃　said　Doctor　X；　when　I　had　rallied
  somewhat　from　the　shock　of　these　disclosures。　　〃I　would　suggest
  that　you　go　to　Doctor　Z；　at　such…and…such　an　address。　　You　are
  exactly　in　Z's　line。　　I'll　let　him　know　that　you　are　coming　and
  when；　and　I'll　send　him　down　my　diagnosis。〃
  So　that　same　afternoon；　the　appointment　having　been　made　by
  telephone；　I　went；　full　of　quavery　emotions；　to　Doctor　Z's　place。
  As　soon　as　I　was　inside　his　outer　hallway；　I　realized　that　I　was
  nearing　the　presence　of　one　highly　distinguished　in　his　profession。
  A　pussy…footed　male　attendant；　in　a　livery　that　made　him　look　like
  a　cross　between　a　headwaiter　and　an　undertaker's　assistant；　escorted
  me　through　an　anteroom　into　a　reception…room；　where　a　considerable
  number　of　well…dressed　men　and　women　were　sitting　about　in　strained
  attitudes；　pretending　to　read　magazines　while　they　waited　their
  turns；　but　in　reality　furtively　watching　one　another。
  I　sat　down　in　a　convenient　chair；　adhering　fast　to　my　hat　and　my
  umbrella。　　They　were　the　only　friends　I　had　there　and　I　was
  determined　not　to　lose　them　without　a　struggle。　　On　the　wall　were
  many　colored　charts　showing　various　portions　of　the　human　anatomy
  and　what　ailed　them。　　Directly　in　front　of　me　was　a　very　thrilling
  illustration；　evidently　copied　from　an　oil　painting；　of　a　liver
  in　a　bad　state　of　repair。　　I　said　to　myself　that　if　I　had　a　liver
  like　that　one　I　should　keep　it　hidden　from　the　public　eyeI　would
  never　permit　it　to　sit　for　it's　portrait。　　Still；　there　is　no
  accounting　for　tastes。　　I　know　a　man　who　got　his　spleen　back　from
  the　doctors　and　now　keeps　it　in　a　bottle　of　alcohol　on　the　what…not
  in　the　parlor；　as　one　of　his　most　treasured　possessions；　and
  sometimes　shows　it　to　visitors。　　He；　however；　is　of　a　very　saving
  disposition。
  Presently　a　lady　secretary；　who　sat　behind　a　roll…top　desk　in　a
  corner　of　the　room；　lifted　a　forefinger　and　silently　beckoned　me
  to　her　side。　　I　moved　over　and　sat　down　by　her；　she　took　down　my
  name　and　my　age　and　my　weight　and　my　height；　and　a　number　of　other
  interesting　facts　that　will　come　in　very　handy　should　anyone　ever
  be　moved　to　write　a　complete　history　of　my　early　life。　　In　common
  with　Doctor　X　she　shared　one　attributeshe　manifested　a　deep
  curiosity　regarding　my　forefatherswanted　to　know　all　about　them。
  I　felt　that　this　was　carrying　the　thing　too　far。　　I　felt　like
  saying　to　her：
  〃Miss　or　madam；　so　far　as　I　know　there　is　nothing　the　matter　with
  my　ancestors　of　the　second　and　third　generations　back；　except　that
  they　are　dead。　　I　am　not　here　to　seek　medical　assistance　for　a
  grandparent　who　succumbed　to　disappointment　that　time　when　Samuel
  J。　Tilden　got　counted　out；　or　for　a　great…grandparent　who　entered
  into　Eternal　Rest　very　unexpectedly　and　in　a　manner　entirely
  uncalled　for　as　a　result　of　being　an　innocent　bystander　in　one　of
  those　feuds　that　were　so　popular　in　my　native　state　immediately
  following　the　Mexican　War。　　Leave　my　ancestors　alone。　　There　is
  no　need　of　your　shaking　my　family　tree　in　the　belief　that　a　few
  overripe　patients　will　fall　out。　　I　aloneI；　me；　myselfam　the
  present　candidate！〃
  However；　I　refrained　from　making　this　protest　audibly。　　I　judged
  she　was　only　going　according　to　the　ritual；　and　as　she　had　a
  printed　card；　with　blanks　in　it　ready　to　be　filled　out　with　details
  regarding　the　remote　members　of　the　family　connection；　I　humored
  her　along。
  When　I　could　not　remember　something　she　wished　to　know　concerning
  an　ancestor　I　supplied　her　with　thrilling　details　culled　from　the
  field　of　fancy。　　When　the　card　was　entirely　filled　up　she　sent　me
  back　to　my　old　place　to　wait。　　I　waited　and　waited；　breeding　fresh
  ailments　all　the　time。　　I　had　started　out　with　one　symptom；　now　if
  I　had　one　I　had　a　million　and　a　half。　　I　could　feel　goose　flesh
  sprouting　out　all　over　me。　　If　I　had　been　taller　I　might　have　had
  more；　but　not　otherwise。　　Such　is　the　power　of　the　human　imagination
  when　the　surroundings　are　favorable　to　its　development。
  Time　passed；　to　me　it　appeared　that　nearly　all　the　time　there　was
  passed　and　that　we　were　getting　along　toward　the　shank…end　of　the
  Christian　era　mighty　fast。　　I　was　afraid　my　turn　would　come　next
  and　afraid　it　would　not。　　Perhaps　you　know　this　sensation。　　You
  get　it　at　the　dentist's；　and　when　you　are　on　the　list　of　after…dinner
  speakers　at　a　large　banquet；　and　when　you　are　waiting　for　the
  father　of　the　Only　Girl　in　the　World　to　make　up　his　mind　whether
  he　is　willing　to　try　to　endure　you　as　a　son…in…law。
  Then　some　more　time　passed。
  One　by　one　my　companions；　obeying　a　command；　passed　out　through
  the　door　at　the　back；　vanishing　out　of　my　life　forever。　　None　of
  them　returned。　　I　was　vaguely　wondering　whether　Doctor　Z　buried
  his　dead　on　the　premises　or　had　them　removed　by　a　secret　passageway
  in　the　rear；　when　a　young　woman　in　a　nurse's　costume　tapped　me
  on　the　shoulder　from　behind。
  I　jumped。　　She　hid　a　compassionate　smile　with　her　hand　and　told
  me　that　the　doctor　would　see　me　now。
  As　I　rose　to　follow　herstill　clinging　with　the　drowning　man's
  grip　of　desperation　to　my　hat　and　my　umbrellaI　was　astonished
  to　note　by　a　glance　at　the　calendar　on　the　wall　that　this　was
  still　the　present　date。　　I　thought　it　would　be　Thursday　of　next
  week　at　the　very　least。
  Doctor　Z　also　wore　whiskers；　carefully　pointed　up　by　an　expert
  hedge　trimmer。　　He　sat　at　his　desk；　surrounded　by　freewill　offerings
  from　grateful　patients　and　by　glass　cases　containing　other　things
  he　had　taken　away　from　them　when　they　were　not　in　a　condition　to
  object。　　I　had　expected；　after　all　the　preliminary　ceremonies　and
  delays；　that　we　should　have　a　long　skance　together。　　Not　so；　not
  at　all。　　The　modern　expert　in　surgery　charges　as　much　for　remembering
  your　name　between　visits　as　the　family　doctor　used　to　expect　for
  staying　up　all　night　with　you；　but　he　does　not　waste　any　time　when
  you　are　in　his　presence。
  I　was　about　to　find　that　out。　　And　a　little　later　on　I　was　to　find
  out　a　lot　of　other　things；　in　fact；　that　whole　week　was　of　immense
  educational　value　to　me。
  I　presume　it　was　because　he　stood　high　in　his　profession；　and　was
  almost　constantly　engaged　in　going　into　the　best　society　that　Doctor
  Z　did　not　appear　to　be　the　least　bit　excited　over　my　having　picked
  him　out　to　look　into　me。　　In　the　most　perfunctory　manner　he　shook
  the　hand　that　has　shaken　the　hands　of　Jess　Willard；　George　M。　Cohan
  and　Henry　Ford；　and　bade　me　be　seated　in　a　chair　which　was　drawn
  up　in　a　strong　light；　where　he　might　gaze　directly　at　me　as　we
  conversed　and　so　get　the　full　values　of　the　composition。　　But　if
  I　was　a　treat　for　him　to　look　at　he　concealed　his　feelings　very
  effectually。
  He　certainly　had　his　emotions　under　splendid　control。　　But　then；
  of　course；　you　must　remember　that　he　probably　had　traveled　about
  extensively　and　was　used　to　sight…seeing。
  From　this　point　on　everything　passed　off　in　a　most　businesslike
  manner。　　He　reached　into　a　filing　cabinet　and　took　out　an　exhibit；
  which　I　recognized　as　the　same　one　his　secretary　had　filled　out
  in　the　early　part　of　the　century。　　So　I　was　already　in　the　card…index
  class。　　Th