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"About how Dr. C. nearly went to jail," she said calmly.

"Dr. C. To jail? What for? Taxes?"

"Heavens, no. Everyone in the South tries to dodge taxes. He doesnIt do anything any one else doesn't do, too," she said indignantly. 

"What then? Did a patient sue him or something?"

"No--of course, not. He got in trouble with the Federal Government." She was enjoying building the suspense.

"Please..." The architect's pleading tone was her reward. Settling back like the small-town spinster rocking on her front porch and serving as the village gazetteer, she told her story.

"It seems Dr. C. went to a convention," she said, "and he brought along a couple of nurses. Apparently, after the business meetings, there was--shall we say, a get-together of some of the doctors and the nurses. It must have been quite a thing. As Mother delicately puts it, Dr. C. took movies of various couples and combinations in different 'positions.' Moving pictures, Mother emphasizes. He even got into some of the acts himself--disgusting Mother says, with his own wife eight months gone with child!

"Anyway, he sent the film up to Eastman Kodak to be developed. Eastman Kodak notified the federal authorities--you know, it's against the law to send pornographic pictures through the U.S. mails. All hell broke loose. He faced both a fine and a jail sentence. And it got all over town--things do in the South, you know. He was practically lynched and tarred and feathered--in a