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the respected teaching-head. Moreover, there were the long record of promptly paid bills to the architects, the scale of living which the plans for the new house implied and the casual applomb with the the client faced the prospects of the house costing $125,000.

There was, of course, the possibility of a pending or current tax investigation. The doctor talked freely and broadly of his ingenuity in out-smarting the tax burden--for instance, of buying furniture for the office which could later be moved into the house or [[strikethrough]] the labor to [[/strikethrough]] of writing off to business expenses the elaborate equipment for the beloved movie camera, since he used it to photograph eye operations. But, after all, there was nothing out of the ordinary in the great American game of dodging taxes within the limits of the law--and for a professional man it was almost a necessity. It was hard for the architects to convince themselves that "financial difficulties" lay at the root of the stop-order.

But what could it be? Kind and relaxed with his children, cordial, respectful and pleasant with his wife--a rather conventional "family man," in fact--authoritative in his profession, there seemed nothing particularly eccentric about Dr. C.

From the architects' point of view, his major idiocyncrancy was in being so intellifent, so patient and so amenable a client. He had enormous respect for the professional mind in any field and he treated the architects with rare deference.

Balding, so that his high forehead seemed somewhat exaggerated  as if seem in the lengthening mirror of an amusement park [[strikethrough]] mirror [[/strikethrough]], he had a pasty face, quick-moving brown eyes and an ingratiating smile. His wife had characteristically blond, wide-