Manhunt. Volume 9, Number 4, August, 1961

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The tooth was bad alright. But with this patient the tooth was incidental. Dr. Rodney prepared to get to the root of the trouble.

The dentist tied the strings of the protective vestment around the patient’s neck and adjusted the aseptic looking white chair so that the patient’s head tilted slightly back. He put a fresh paper cup into the receptacle under the thin chromed pipe and, turning the finger knob, filled it with water. The constantly flowing drain, located where a patient could hastily turn to its bowl, made a pleasant swishing sound in the car. But this patient was not lulled into relaxing; a dentist’s office was not a place of pleasure.

“Well, let’s have a look,” said the dentist cheerfully. He was a trim man of medium height, somewhere in his forties. The vertical wrinkles that channeled his face and the keen eyes behind the glasses gave him an intelligent, professional appearance. The name on the framed license was Robert Rodney.

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