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Five minutes later, or possibly ten, Calhoun went out to where the / Minister for Health paced miserably up and down the corridor outside / the laboratory. The Minister looked white and sick, as if despite / himself he'd been picturing the demonstration Lett would have given / Calhoun. He did not meet Calhoun's eyes. He said uneasily:
"I'll take you to the Planetary President, now."