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row we’ll have them back and three hundred more . And they were
just the pilot study! What’s going to happen when fifteen million
people find their noses going bad on them?” He shuddered. “Have
you seen the papers? People are already going around sniffing like
bloodhounds . And now we’re finding out what a thorough job we
did . We can’t crack it, Ellie . We can’t even get a toe hold . Those
antibodies are just doing too good a job .”
“Well, maybe you can find some unclebodies to take care of
them,” Ellie offered vaguely .
“Look, don’t make bad jokes—”
“I’m not making jokes! All I want is a husband back who doesn’t
complain about how everything smells, and eats the dinners I cook,
and doesn’t stand around in cold showers at six in the morning .”
“I know it’s miserable,” he said helplessly . “But I don’t know
how to stop it .”
He found Jake and Coffin in tight-lipped conference when he
reached the lab. “I can’t do it any more,” Coffin was saying. “I’ve
begged them for time . I’ve threatened them . I’ve promised them
everything but my upper plate . I can’t face them again, I just can’t .”
“We only have a few days left,” Jake said grimly . “If we don’t
come up with something, we’re goners .”
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Phillip’s jaw suddenly sagged as he stared at them . “You know
what I think?” he said suddenly . “I think we’ve been prize idiots .
We’ve gotten so rattled we haven’t used our heads . And all the time
it’s been sitting there blinking at us!”
“What are you talking about?” snapped Jake .
“Unclebodies,” said Phillip .
“Oh, great God!”
“No, I’m serious .” Phillip’s eyes were very bright . “How many of
those students do you think you can corral to help us?”
Coffin gulped. “Six hundred. They’re out there in the street right
now, howling for a lynching .”
“All right, I want them in here . And I want some monkeys . Mon-
keys with colds, the worse colds the better .”
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing?” asked Jake .
“None in the least,” said Phillip happily, “except that it’s never
been done before . But maybe it’s time we tried following our noses
for a while .”
The tidal wave began to break two days later…only a few people
here, a dozen there, but enough to confirm the direst newspaper pre-
dictions . The boomerang was completing its circle .
At the laboratory the doors were kept barred, the telephones
disconnected . Within, there was a bustle of feverish—if odorous—
activity . For the three researchers, the olfactory acuity had reached
agonizing proportions . Even the small gas masks Phillip had devised
could no longer shield them from the constant barrage of violent
odors .
But the work went on in spite of the smell . Truckloads of mon-
keys arrived at the lab—cold-ridden monkeys, sneezing, coughing,
weeping, wheezing monkeys by the dozen . Culture trays bulged
with tubes, overflowed the incubators and work tables. Each day
six hundred angry students paraded through the lab, arms exposed,
mouths open, grumbling but co-operating .
At the end of the first week, half the monkeys were cured of their
colds and were quite unable to catch them back; the other half had
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new colds and couldn’t get rid of them . Phillip observed this fact
with grim satisfaction, and went about the laboratory mumbling to
himself .
Two days later he burst forth jubilantly, lugging a sad-looking
puppy under his arm . It was like no other puppy in the world . This
puppy was sneezing and snuffling with a perfect howler of a cold.
The day came when they injected a tiny droplet of milky fluid
beneath the skin of Phillip’s arm, and then got the virus spray and
gave his nose and throat a liberal application . Then they sat back
and waited .
They were still waiting three days later .
“It was a great idea,” Jake said gloomily, flipping a bulging note-
book closed with finality. “It just didn’t work, was all.”
Phillip nodded . Both men had grown thin, with pouches under
their eyes . Jake’s right eye had begun to twitch uncontrollably
whenever anyone came within three yards of him . “We can’t go on
like this, you know . The people are going wild .”
“Where’s Coffin?”
“He collapsed three days ago . Nervous prostration . He kept hav-
ing dreams about hangings .”
Phillip sighed . “Well, I suppose we’d better just face it . Nice
knowing you, Jake . Pity it had to be this way .”
“It was a great try, old man . A great try .”
“Ah, yes . Nothing like going down in a blaze of—”
Phillip stopped dead, his eyes widening . His nose began to twitch .
He took a gasp, a larger gasp, as a long-dead reflex came sleepily to
life, shook its head, reared back…
Phillip sneezed .
He sneezed for ten minutes without a pause, until he lay on the
floor blue-faced and gasping for air. He caught hold of Jake, wring-
ing his hand as tears gushed from his eyes . He gave his nose an
enormous blow, and headed shakily for the telephone .
“It was a sipple edough pridciple,” he said later to Ellie as she
spread mustard on his chest and poured more warm water into his
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foot bath . “The Cure itself depedded upod it—the adtiged-adtibody
reactiod . We had the adtibody agaidst the virus, all ridght; what we
had to find was sobe kide of adtibody agaidst the adtibody .” He
sneezed violently, and poured in nose drops with a happy grin .
“Will they be able to make it fast enough?”
“Just aboudt fast edough for people to get good ad eager to catch
cold agaid,” said Phillip . “There’s odly wud little hitch .…”
Ellie Dawson took the steaks from the grill and set them, still
sizzling, on the dinner table . “Hitch?”
Phillip nodded as he chewed the steak with a pretence of enthusi-
asm . It tasted like slightly damp K-ration .
“This stuff we’ve bade does a real good job . Just a little too
good .” He wiped his nose and reached for a fresh tissue .
“I bay be wrog, but I thik I’ve got this cold for keeps,” he said
sadly. “Udless I cad fide ad adtibody agaidst the adtibody agaidst the
adtibody—”
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