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Why is Max taking solong?" I asked him. He shrugged his eyebrows and marveled skeptically at Bray's announced intention of entering WESCAC's Belly.
"I'm going up and try to find Max," I announced. "Croaker will be all right with my stick to chew on."
But the aisle as Bray drew nearer was choked with the curious and troubled, who far outnumbered the mockers. "Can you cure cancer of the cervix?" I heard someone shout.
"I know the way!" Bray called back. His face was ruddy; his eyes were dark and glintish.
"How'd you ever fly down like that?" asked another.
"I have the Answers!" Bray replied.
I forced my way into the aisle behind Peter Greene, who I thought had heard my intention and was clearing a path for me. But he turned -- Bray was no more than ten steps below us now -- and called down to him between cupped hands:
"S'pose a fellow's lost one eyeball? Ain't nothing you can do 'bout that! Is there?"
"Come along and see!" the man called back.
Max had to be found at once. I left Peter Greene to his delusions and struggled through the crowd to the exit. The first uniformed attendant I met -- a slack-mouthed