The Monster of a Thousand Eyes, Part 1
Dr. Leo Gramb cinched his tie, tamped the files on his desk, and pushed a button on his office phone. “Gretchen? I’m ready for the next.” The person Gretchen brought in was a normal, respectable-looking man of thirty-five, with a lean figure and a face well framed by brow and jawline. He leaned a little on the secretary’s hand as she led him into the expensively furnished office, but raised his head to smell the sea breeze that came through the open window and brushed his hair back from his face. He was, to all appearances, a fit, educated, well-balanced American citizen, but for one disturbing feature. His eyes were taped shut. Gretchen led the man to a chair and silently left the room. “May I get you something to drink, Mr. Moyen?” said Dr. Gramb. “No, thank you.” “Is your room comfortable?” “Comfortable enough, yes.” The man cocked his head. “Are you still standing?” “Would you prefer I sit?” Dr. Gramb asked. When there was no answer, he lowered himself into a leather armchair. The ...