in　the　early　part　of　the　century。　　So　I　was　already　in　the　card…index
  class。　　Then　briefly　he　looked　over　the　manifest　that　Doctor　X　had
  sent　him。　　It　may　not　have　been　a　manifestit　may　have　been　an
  invoice　or　a　bill　of　lading。　　Anyhow　I　was　in　the　assignee's　hands。
  I　could　only　hope　it　would　not　eventually　become　necessary　to　call
  in　a　receiver。　　Then　he　spoke：
  〃Yes；　yes…yes；〃　he　said；　〃yes…yes…yes！　Operation　required。　　Small
  matterhum；　hum！　Let's　seethis　is　Tuesday？　Quite　so。　　Do　it
  Friday！　　Friday　at〃he　glanced　toward　a　scribbled　pad　of　engagement
  dates　at　his　elbow〃Friday　at　seven　A。　M。　　No；　make　it　seven…fifteen。
  Have　important　tumor　case　at　seven。　　St。　Germicide's　Hospital。
  You　know　the　placeup　on　Umpty…umph　Street。　　Go'　day！　Miss　Whoziz；
  call　next　visitor。〃
  And　before　I　realized　that　practically　the　whole　affair　had　been
  settled　I　was　outside　the　consultation…room　in　a　small　private
  hall；　and　the　secretary　was　telling　me　further　details　would　be
  conveyed　to　me　by　mail。　　I　went　home　in　a　dazed　state。　　For　the
  first　time　I　was　beginning　to　learn　something　about　an　industry　in
  which　heretofore　I　had　never　been　interested。　　Especially　was　I
  struck　by　the　difference　now　revealed　to　me　in　the　preliminary
  stages　of　the　surgeons'　business　as　compared　with　their　fellow
  experts　in　the　allied　cutting　tradestailors；　for　instance；　not
  to　mention　barbers。　　Every　barber；　you　know；　used　to　be　a　surgeon；
  only　he　spelled　it　chirurgeon。　　Since　then　the　two　professions
  have　drifted　far　apart。　　Even　a　half…witted　barberthe　kind　who
  always　has　the　first　chair　as　you　come　into　the　shopcan　easily
  spend　ten　minutes　of　your　time　thinking　of　things　he　thinks　you
  should　have　and　mentioning　them　to　you　one　by　one；　whereas　any
  good；　live　surgeon　knows　what　you　have　almost　instantly。
  As　for　the　tailorconsider　how　wearisome　are　his　methods　when
  you　parallel　them　alongside　the　tremendous　advances　in　this　direction
  made　by　the　surgeonhow　cumbersome　and　old…fashioned　and　tedious！
  Why；　an　experienced　surgeon　has　you　all　apart　in　half　the　time　the
  tailor　takes　up　in　deciding　whether　the　vest　shall　fasten　with
  five　buttons　or　six。　　Our　own　domestic　tailors　are　bad　enough　in
  this　regard　and　the　Old　World　tailors　are　even　worse。
  I　remember　a　German　tailor　in　Aix…la…Chapelle　in　the　fall　of　1914
  who　undertook　to　build　for　me　a　suit　suitable　for　visiting　the
  battle　lines　informally。　　He　was　the　most　literary　tailor　I　ever
  met　anywhere。　　He　would　drape　the　material　over　my　person　and
  then　take　a　piece　of　chalk　and　write　quite　a　nice　long　piece　on
  me。　　Then　he　would　rub　it　out　and　write　it　all　over　again；　but
  more　fully。　　He　kept　this　up　at　intervals　of　every　other　day　until
  he　had　writer's　cramp。　　After　that　he　used　pins。　　He　would　pin　the
  seams　together；　uttering　little　soothing；　clucking　sounds　in　German
  whenever　a　pin　went　through　the　goods　and　into　me。　　The　German
  cluck　is　not　so　soothing　as　the　cluck　of　the　English…speaking
  peoples；　I　find。
  At　the　end　of　two　long　and　trying　weeks；　which　wore　both　of　us
  down　noticeably；　he　had　the　job　done。　　It　was　not　an　unqualified
  success。　　He　regarded　is　as　a　suit　of　clothes；　but　I　knew　better；
  it　was　a　set　of　slip　covers；　and　if　only　I　had　been　a　two…seated
  runabout　it　would　have　proved　a　perfect　fit；　I　am　sure；　but　I　am
  a　single…seated　design　and　it　did　not　answer。　　I　wore　it　to　the
  war　because　I　had　nothing　else　to　wear　that　would　stamp　me　as　a
  regular　war　correspondent；　except；　of　course；　my　wrist　watch；　but
  I　shall　not　wear　it　to　another　war。　　War　is　terrible　enough　already；
  and；　besides；　I　have　parted　with　it。　　On　my　way　home　through　Holland
  I　gave　that　suit　to　a　couple　of　poor　Belgian　refugees；　and　I　presume
  they　are　still　wearing　it。
  So　far　as　I　have　been　able　to　observe；　the　surgeons　and　the　tailors
  of　these　times　share　but　one　common　instinct：　If　you　go　to　a　new
  surgeon　or　to　a　new　tailor　he　is　morally　certain；　after　looking
  you　over；　that　the　last　surgeon　you　had　or　the　last　tailor；　did
  not　do　your　cutting　properly。　　There；　however；　is　where　the
  resemblance　ends。　　The　tailor；　as　I　remarked　in　effect　just　now；
  wants　an　hour　at　least　in　which　to　decide　how　he　may　best　cover
  up　and　disguise　the　irregularities　of　the　human　form；　in　much　less
  time　than　that　the　surgeon　has　completely　altered　the　form　itself。
  With　the　surgeon　it　is　very　much　as　it　is　with　those　learned　men
  who　write　those　large；　impressive　works　of　reference　which　should
  be　permanently　in　every　library；　and　which　we　are　forever　buying
  from　an　agent　because　we　are　so　passionately　addicted　to　payments。
  If　the　thing　he　seeks　does　not　appear　in　the　contents　proper　he
  knows　exactly　where　to　look　for　it。　　〃See　appendix；〃　says　the
  historian　to　you　in　a　footnote。　　〃See　appendix；〃　says　the　surgeon
  to　himself；　the　while　humming　a　cheery　refrain。　　　And　so　he　does。
  Well；　I　went　home。　　This　was　Tuesday　and　the　operation　was　not
  to　be　performed　until　the　coming　Friday。　　By　Wednesday　I　had　calmed
  down　considerably。　　By　Thursday　morning　I　was　practically　normal
  again　as　regards　my　nerves。　　You　will　understand　that　I　was　still
  in　a　blissful　state　of　ignorance　concerning　the　actual　methods　of
  the　surgical　profession　as　exemplified　by　its　leading　exponents　of
  today。　　The　knowledge　I　have　touched　on　in　the　pages　immediately
  preceding　was　to　come　to　me　later。
  Likewise　Doctor　Z's　manner　had　been　deceiving。　　It　could　not　be
  that　he　meant　to　carve　me　to　any　really　noticeable　extenthis
  attitude　had　been　entirely　too　casual。　　At　our　house　carving　is
  a　very　serious　matter。　　Any　time　I　take　the　head　of　the　table　and
  start　in　to　carve　it　is　fitting　women　and　children　get　to　a　place
  of　safety；　and　onlookers　should　get　under　the　table。　　When　we　first
  began　housekeeping　and　gave　our　first　small　dinner…party　we　had
  a　brace　of　ducks　cooked　in　honor　of　the　company；　and　I；　as　host；
  undertook　to　carve　them。　　I　never　knew　until　then　that　a　duck　was
  built　like　a　watchthat　his　works　were　inclosed　in　a　burglarproof
  case。　　Without　the　use　of　dynamite　the　Red　Leary…O'Brien　gang　could
  not　have　broken　into　those　ducks。　　I　thought　so　then　and　I　think
  so　yet。　　Years　have　passed　since　then；　but　I　may　state　that　even
  now；　when　there　are　guests　for　dinner；　we　do　not　have　ducks。
  Unless　somebody　else　is　going　to　carve；　we　have　liver。
  I　mention　this　fact　in　passing　because　it　shows　that　I　had　learned
  to　revere　carving　as　one　of　the　higher　arts；　and　one　not　to　be
  approached　except　in　a　spirit　of　due　appreciation　of　the　magnitude
  of　the　undertaking；　and　after　proper　consideration　and　thought　and
  reflection；　and　all　that　sort　of　thing。
  If　this　were　true　as　regards　a　mere　duck；　why　not　all　the　more　so
  as　regards　the　carving　of　a　person　of　whom　I　am　so　very　fond　as　I
  am　of　myself？　Thus　I　reasoned。　　And　finally；　had　not　Doctor　Z
  spoken　of　the　coming　operation　as　a　small　matter？　Well　then？
  Thursday　at　noon　I　received　from　Doctor　Z's　secretary　a　note　stating
  that　arrangements　had　been　made　for　my　admission　into　St。　Germicide
  that　same　evening　and　that　I　was　to　spend　the　night　there。　　This
  hardly　seemed　necessary。　　Still；　the　tone　of　the　note　appeared　to
  indicate　that　the　hospital　authorities　particularly　wished　to　have
  me　for　an　overnight　guest；　and　as　I　reflected　that　probably　the　poor
  things　had　few　enough　bright　spots　in　their　busy　lives；　I　decided
  I　would　humor　them　along　and　gladden　the　occasion　with　my　presence
  from　dinner…time　on。
  About　eight　o'clock　I　strolled　in　very　jauntily。　　In　my　mind　I
  had　the　whole　programme　mapped　out。　　I　would　stay　at　the　hospital
  for；　say；　two　days　following　the　operationor；　at　most；　three。
  Then　I　must　be　up　and　away。　　I　had　a　good　deal　of　work　to　do　and
  a　number　of　people　to　see　on　important　business；　and　I　could　not
  really　afford　to　waste　more　than　a　weekend　on　the　staff　of　St。
  Germicide's。　　After　Monday　they　must　look　to　their　own　devices　for
  social　entertainment。　　That　was　my　idea。　　Now　when　I　look　back　on
  it　I　laugh；　but　it　is　a　hollow　laugh　and　there　is　no　real　merriment
  in　it。
  Indeed；　almost　from　the　moment　of　my　entrance　little　things　began
  to　come　up　that　were　calculated　to　have　a　depressing　effect　on
  one's　spirits。　　Downstairs　a　serious…looking　lady　met　me　and　entered
  in　a　book　a　number　of　salient　facts　regarding　my　personality　which
  the　previous　investigators　had　somehow　overlooked。　　There　is　a　lot
  of　bookkeeping　about　an　operation。　　This　detail　attended　to；　a
  young　man；　dressed　in　white　garments　and　wearing　an　expression
  that　stamped　him　as　one　who　had　suffered　a　recent　deep　bereavement
  came　and　relieved　me　of　my　hand　bag　and　escorted　me　upstairs。
  As　we　passed　through　the　upper　corridors　I　had　my　first　introduction
  to　the　hospital　smell；　which　is　a　smell　compounded　of　iodoform；
  ether；　gruel；　and　something　boiling。　　All　hospitals　have　it；
  I　understand。　　In　time　you　get　used　to　it；　but　you　never　really
  care　for　it。
  The　young　man　led　me　into　a　small　room　tastefully　decorated　with
  four　walls；　a　floor；　a　ceiling；　a　window　sill　and　a　window；　a　door
  and　a　doorsill；　and　a　bed　and　a　chair。　　He　told　me　to　go　to　bed。
  I　did　not　want　to　go　to　bedit　was　not　my　regular　bedtimebut
  he　made　a　point　of　it；　and　I　judged