ally, he ran out of schools, or his
uncle's estate ran out--I don't know which came first. At any rate, my
friend Charles, laden down with status labels, is today practicing as a
psychiatrist in this fair city of ours."

Larry stared at him blankly.

The Professor said snappishly, "So any time you feel you need to have your
brains unscrambled, you can go to his office and expend twenty-five
dollars an hour or so. His reputation is of the highest." The Professor
grunted his contempt. "He doesn't know the difference between an aspirin
tablet and a Rorschach test."

Larry Woolford stirred in his chair. "We seem to have gotten far off the
subject. What has this got to do with Self?"

The Professor seemed angry. "I repeat, I'm afraid I get carried away on
this subject. I'm in revolt against a culture based on the status label.
It eliminates the need to judge a man on his merits. To judge a person by
the clothes he wears, the amount of money he possesses, the car he drives,
the neighborhood in which he lives, the society he keeps, or even his
ancestry, is out of the question in a vital, growing society. You wind up
with nonentities as the leaders of your nation. In these days, we can't
afford it."

He smiled suddenly, rather elfishly, at the security agent. "But
admittedly, this deals with Self only as one of many victims of a culture
based on status labels. Just what is it you wanted to know about Ernest?"

"When you knew him, evidently he was working on rocket fuels. Have you any
idea whether he later developed a method of producing perfect
counterfeit?"

The Professor said, "Ernest Self? Surely you are jesting."

Larry said unhappily, "Then here's another question. Have you ever heard
him mention belonging to a movement, or, I think, he might word it _The
Movement_."

"Movement?" the Professor said emptily.

"Evidently a revolutionary group interested in the overthrow of the
government."

"Good heavens," the Professor said. "Just a moment, Mr. Woolford. You
interrupted me just as I was having my second cup of coffee. Do you mind
if I--"

"Certainly not," Woolford shook his head.

"I simply can't get along until after my third cup," the Professor said.
"You just wait a moment and I'll bring the pot in here."

He left Larry to sit in the combined study and living room while he
shuffled off in his slippers to the kitchen. Larry Woolford decided that
in his school days he'd had some far out professors himself