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petence. I know one transvestite, however, whom I doubt you would ever discover, doctor, unless you were informed. If you could spot her in the next three days, I'd be quite willing to admit to you and to the staff that I was wrong."

"Say, steady on, Helen," Martin's eyes were troubled. "Doctors don't set up tests for each other."

"It's all right, Dr. Martin," Mirandez' voice was gloating. "I accept Dr. Mostyn's challenge." His temper was cooling rapidly. "Perhaps, Dr. Mostyn, to make the challenge have more bite, if you lose, you will do me the honour of dining with me at the Chateau three days from now."

Surprise showed in the blue eyes. "Why, doctor," she smiled, "I would be almost delighted to lose the challenge."

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For two days, Mirandez kept himself entirely within the hospital building. Although he was absolutely certain that he would win and then be able at least to start some kind of proper relationship, outside their work, with the delectable Dr. Mostyn, he realized that the challenge was the only topic being discussed in the staff lounge, and likely every other lounge in the hospital, too. The onus was upon Dr. Mostyn to bring the transvestite into the scope of his activities. She had been so certain of herself that this transvestite was obviously someone very special. In not going out, he purposely limited the number of new contacts he made and so increased the likelihood of his spotting the dis- guised male.

He had, however, one teaching assignment at the university, a first year psychology course, that he could not avoid, since the qualified associate lecturer was Helen Mostyn, and she would certainly know and see through any excuse he might make for not taking the class on that day. With some trepidation, therefore, he left the hospital after lunch. He had not seen Helen at lunch, which had blighted the lunch- hour as it was. The sight of her slim figure, beautiful legs and generally feminine vitality was often the highlight of his day.

As he turned the corner of the building, a young nurse came darting right into him, knocking his books all over the road. "Oh,' she smiled apologetically, the breeze wafting her red curls over her forehead. "I'm so sorry, Dr. Mirandez. Let me help you."

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