he door swung open and a man stepped out, closing the door before Luis could see inside.  
He had erred—the man was not Dorn Starret.
 
The other eyed him keenly. "Mr. Chals Putsyn? Please sit down."
 
Luis did so slowly, giving himself time to complete a mental . The man had to be Dorn Starret—and yet he wasn't. No disguise could be that effective. At least three inches shorter; the shape of his head was different; his body was slighter. Moreover, he was right-handed, not left, as Starret was.
 
Luis had a story ready—names, dates, and circumstances. It sounded even to himself.
 
The man listened impatiently. "I may not be able to help you," he said, interrupting. "Oddly enough, light cases are hardest. It's the serious memory blocks that I specialize in." There was something strange about his eyes—his voice too. "However, if you can come back in two days, late in the afternoon, I'll see what I can do."
 
Luis took the appointment card and found himself firmly to the door. It was disturbing; Luise was in the next room, but the man gave him no opportunity to see her.
 
He stood uncertainly in the hall. The whole interview had taken only a few minutes, and during that time all his previous ideas had been upset. If the man was not Dorn Starret, who was he and what was his connection? The criminal from Ceres was not so foolish as to attempt to solve his problems by assigning them to another person. This was a one-man job from beginning to end, or ought to be.
 
Luis took the elevator to the ground floor and walked out aimlessly on the street. There was something queer about the man on the top floor. It took time to discove............