Take off your clothes and stretch yourself on this chair.

Call me when you're ready." Schulze withdrew into what smelled like a laboratory.

Hiram could hear him rattling glass against glass and metal, could smell the fumes of uncorked bottles of acids.

When he called, Schulze reappeared, disposed instruments and tubes upon a table.

"I never ask my patients questions," he said, as he began to examine Hiram's chest.