Chapter 27: III

III The family doctor knew all about St. Peter. It was summer, moreover, and he had plenty of time. He devoted several mornings to the Professor and made tests of the most searching kind. In the end he of course told St. Peter there was nothing the matter with him. “What made you come to me, any discomfort or pain?” “None. I simply feel tired all the time.” Dr. Dudley shrugged. “So do I! Sleep well?” “Almost too much.” “Eat well?” “In every sense of the word, well. I am my o…