yes, which is the best of the alternatives, and I consider myself set."
Drake said suddenly, "Whom are you working for, Horace?"
"Dr. Kendall, sir."
"The kinetics man?"
"Yes, sir. I'm working on the kinetics of DNA replication. It's not something to which physical chemical techniques have hitherto been rigorously applied, and I am now able to build computerized graphics of the process, which - "
Halsted interrupted. "We'll get to that, Horace. Later. For now, I'm still trying to find out what's bugging you. You have the prospect of a job. Your research has gone well. What about your coursework?"
"Never any problem there. Except - "
Halsted endured the pause for a moment, then said, "Except what?"
"I wasn't that good in my lab courses. Especially organic lab. I'm not ... deft. I'm a theoretician."
"Did you fail?"
"No, of course not. I just didn't cover myself with glory."
"Well, then, what is bugging you? During dinner I overheard you tell Jeff that you'd be getting your Ph.D. when you're twenty-three - or never. Why never? Where does that possibility come in?
The young man hesitated. "It's not the sort of thing - "
Rubin, clearly flustered, frowned and said, "Horace, you've never told me you were having problems."
Horace looked about as though searching for some hole through which he could crawl. "Well, Uncle Manny, you've got your troubles and you don't come to me with them. I'll fight this out on my own - or not."
"Fight what out?" said Rubin, his voice growing louder.
"It's not the sort of thing - " began Horace again.
"Number one," said Rubin vigorously, "anything you say here is completely, totally confidential. Number two, I told you that at the grilling session you would be expected to answer all questions. Number three, if you don't stop playing games, I'll kick your behind into raspberry gelatin."
Horace sighed. "Yes, Uncle Manny. - I just want to say," he looked about the table, "that he's threatened me like this since I was two and he's never laid a hand on me. My mother would take him apart if he did."
"There's always a first time, and I'm not afraid of your mother. I can handle her," said Rubin.
"Yes, Uncle Manny. - All right, then. My problem is Professor Richard Youngerlea."
"Uh-oh," said Drake softly.
"Do you know him, Dr. Drake?"
"Well, yes."
"Is he a friend of yours?"
"Well, no. He's a good chemist but, as a matter of fact, I despise him."
Horace's homely face broke into a wide smile, and he said, "Then I can speak freely?"
"You could anyway," said Drake.
"Here it is," said Horace. "I'm sure Youngerlea is going to be on my examining board. He wouldn't miss the chance and he swings enough weight to get on if he wants to."
Avalon said in his deep voice, "I take it, Horace, that you dislike him."
"Very much," said Horace in a heartfelt voice.
"And I imagine he dislikes you."
"I'm afraid so. I had my organic lab under him and, as I said, I didn't shine."
Avalon said, "I imagine a certain number of students don't shine. Does he dislike them all?"
"Well, he doesn't like them."
"I gather you suspect that he wants to be on your examining board in order to cut you down. Is that the way he reacts to every student who doesn't shine in his laboratory?"
"Well, he does seem to think that lab work is motherhood and apple pandowdy and everything that's good and noble, but no, it's not just that I didn't shine."
"Well, then," said Halsted, taking over the grilling again, "we're getting to it. I teach in a junior high school and I know all about obnoxious students. I am sure that the professor found you obnoxious. - In what way?"
Horace frowned. "I am not obnoxious. Youngerlea is. Look, he's a bully. There are always some teachers who take advantage of the fact that they are in an unassailable position. They excoriate students; they brutalize them verbally; they hold them up to ridicule. They do this although they know full well that the students are reluctant to defend themselves for fear of getting a poor mark. Who's to argue with Youngerlea if he hands out a C, or, for that matter, an F? Who's to argue with him if he expresses his very influential opinion at a faculty conference that such and such a student doesn't have what it takes to make a good chemist?"
"Did he hold you up to ridicule?" asked Halsted.
"He held everybody up to ridicule. There was one poor guy who was British, and when