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Nowadays, those students who needed money, at least in the physical sciences, could pick away at the various research grants with no loss of caste whatever. " He simply changed universities; he changed hiding places. It went by steps. The master's degree and the doctor's degree under Cap Anson, then a position on the faculty first as instructor and then as assistant professor. ) A university was part of life in the sense that an eddy was part of a stream. The students were in the main current, sweeping in from the distant brooks and rivulets of childhood, coursing past, then leaving to follow the stream further through a land Brade had never explored.

How come? " Brade reached for the reagent bottles of sodium cyanide and sodium acetate on the shelves. Both were of brown glass some six inches tall and both had labels of identical design. The sodium cyanide bottle carried the red word POISON. Brade unscrewed the plastic top of each bottle and Doheny peered inside gingerly. " Brade was beginning to feel the strain of having to watch each statement he made in order to avoid the irreparable false step. Doheny frowned. "Hey, you're in trouble, Prof.

It had no importance at the moment. He stared at the gauges of the tall oxygen cylinder, unseeingly trying to absorb the facts and not entirely succeeding. Then, feeling himself in the middle of a great and empty silence, he turned back to the dead student's laboratory, made sure its door was closed and on the latch, and sat down with Death to wait Dr. Ivan Shulter of the Medical School knocked gently on the door and Bretde let him in. Shulter's examination was not prolonged. He said, "He's been dead for a couple of hours.