Chapter 41

So he had been fuming for some three quarters of an hour when he was finally taken through devious rooms and corridors to the sacred door. He himself was accustomed to make it quite as difficult as did any specialist for people to reach him in his inner office, but the boot was on the other foot now and it pinched. The mood in which he made his entrance, therefore, was not of the most complaisant. Doctor Fiske, behind his own office desk, was by no means the Richard Fiske whom Pierpont knew without. He hadn't remem…