"Fine, fine, " Drexler said. The two men, Ferguson and Redding, had met perhaps a dozen years before in his waiting room and had developed an instant rapport. By their next appointment, Redding had asked that a half day be set aside for just the two of them. The request, supported as it was by the promise of substantial research funds, was, of course, granted. Redding's bodyguard wheeled him into Drexler's office, set the bag of medications on the desk, and left to accompany the limousine to John Ferguson's house. Carefully, Redding arranged the vials and plastic containers on the blotter before Drexler. There were, all told, thirteen different preparations. "Well, Doctor, " he said, "here they are. Most of them you already know we have been taking. A couple of them you don't."
"Dr. Ferguson continues to follow exactly the same regimen as you?"
"As far as I know."
The endocrinologist made notes concerning each medication. There were two highly experimental drugs-still far from human testing — that he himself had only learned of in the past six or seven months. He bit back the urge, once again, to warn against the dangers of taking pharmaceuticals before they could be properly investigated, and simply recorded the chemical names and dosages. Somehow, the two men were screening the drugs for side effects. They had let him know that much and no more. As far as Vernon Drexler, MD, was concerned, with a goodly proportion of his own research at stake, there was no point in pushing the matter. "This one? " Drexler held up a half-filled bottle of clear, powderfilled gelatin capsules. "From Podgorny, at the Institute for Metabolic Research, in Leningrad, " Redding said simply. "He believes the theory behind the compound to be quite sound."
"Amazing, " Drexler muttered. "Absolutely amazing." Rudy Podgorny was a giant in the field, but so inaccessible that it had been two years since he had met with him face to face. Redding's resourcefulness, the power of his money, was mind-boggling. "Well, " he said when he had finished his tabulations, "these two preparations have finally had clinical evaluations. Both of them have been shown to be without significant effect. We can discuss my thoughts when Dr. Ferguson arrives, but I feel the data now are strong enough to recommend stopping Redding fingered the bottles. "One of these was your baby, yes?
" The physician shrugged helplessly and nodded. "Yes, " he said, "I am afraid I have hitched my wagon to a falling star." He failed in his attempt to keep an optimistic tone in his voice. Four years of work had, in essence, gone down the drain. "Then you must strike out in other directions, eh?"
Just tell me, Drexler thought, tell me how in the hell you know the medications you are taking won't just kill you on the spot?
"Yes, " he said, through a tight smile, "I suppose I must." you.".. The sleek, stretch limousine moved like a serpent through the light midafternoon traffic on the Southeast Expressway. In the front seat, Redding's portly driver chattered at the taciturn Nunes, whose contribution to the conversation was an occasional nod or monosyllable.
In the rear, seated across from one another, surrounded on all sides by smoked glass, Redding and John Ferguson sipped brandy and reviewed the session they had just completed with Vernon Drexler. "I am sorry things have not been going well with you, John," Redding said. "Perhaps we should have stayed and let Drexler exnmine. "Nonsense. I have an appointment next month, and that will be quite time enough."
"Yes, I suppose so." There was little question in Redding's mind that Ferguson, perhaps eight years his senior, was failing. The man, never robust, had lost strength and weight. He could shuffle only a few dozen steps without exhaustion. His face was drawn and sallow, dominated by a mouth of full, perfect teeth that gave his every expression a cadaverous cast. Only his eyes, sparkling from within deep hollows like chips of aquamarine, reflected the immense drive and intellectual power that had marked the man's life. Their collaboration, for that is what it quickly became, had begun on the day of their first meeting in Drexler's office.
Ferguson, though still ambulatory with a cane, had the more advanced disease of the two. He was employed at the time as medical director of a state hospital outside of the city and was already taking two experimental drugs after testing them for a time on the patients of his facility. Within a year, Redding had begun locating new preparations, while Ferguson expanded his testing program to include them. Quickly, though, both men came to appreciate the need for a larger number of test subjects than could be supplied by Ferguson's hospital. Establishment of the Total Care Women's Health Center in Denver and, soon after, the Omnicenter in Boston, was the upshot of that need. Vernon Drexler continued as their physician, monitoring their progress and watching over their general states of health. Redding's driver, still prattling cheerfully at Nunes, swung onto 95 North. Although they would eventually end up at John Ferguson's Newton home, his only other instruction had been for a steady one hour drive. "John, " Redding said, setting his half-filled snifter in its holder on the bar, "how long has it been since you were at the Omnicenter?
" Ferguson laughed ruefully. "How long since I've been anyplace would be a better question. Two years, perhaps. Maybe longer. It's just too difficult for me to get around."
"I understand."
"I take it from our conversation yesterday evening that there's been some kind of problem. Zimmermann?"
This time it was Redding who laughed. "No, no, " he said. "From all I can tell, Zimmermann was the perfect choice for the job. You were absolutely right in recommending him. A harmless fop with the intelligence to implement and monitor our testing program without getting in the way. No, not Zimmermann."
"Well, then?"
"Actually, there may not even be a problem. When you were working with Dr. French to set up the Omnicenter, did you ever run into a Dr. Kathryn Bennett? " Ferguson thought for a moment and then shook his head. "I suspected you wouldn't have, " Redding said. It took only a few minutes for Redding to review the events leading to Kate Bennett's inspection of the Omnicenter. Ferguson listened with the dispassion of a scientist, his silence punctuated only by occasional gestures that he was following the account. "Carl Horner assures me, " Redding concluded, "that none of the pharmaceuticals we are studying could have been responsible for the problems young Dr. Bennett is investigating."
"But you are not so sure."
"John, you've worked with Carl. You know that being wrong is not something he does very often. The man's mind is as much a computer as any of his machines."
"But you think two such distinctive cases, and now possibly a third, are too many to explain by coincidence?"
Redding stared out the window, he removed his glasses and cleaned them with a towel from the bar. "To tell you the truth, John, I don't 338. know what to think. The facts say one thing, my instincts another. You know the Omnicenter better than I do. Could anyone be fooling around with some drug or other kind of agent behind our backs?"
"I hope not."
"John, mull over what I've told you. See if you can come up with any theories that might explain why all three women with this bleeding problem, and two of them with the same ovary problem, were all patients of the Omnicenter." He flipped the intercom switch. "Mr. Crosscup, you may drive us to Dr. Ferguson's house, " he said. "I will think it over,
" Ferguson said, "but my impression is that this once at least, your instincts should yield to the facts."
"A week."
"Excuse me?"
"A week, John, " Redding said. "I should like to hear something from you about this matter in a week."