HOURS later, and every hour like the weighty length of a day, Kildare was saying: "Next, please!" when Mary Lamont answered: "That's the end of the line for today."<br/>He shook his head at her impatiently. "There are twenty more people out there!" he declared.<br/>"I've sent them away," she said.<br/>"You sent them away?" exclaimed Kildare.<br/>"I had orders from Doctor Gillespie."<br/>"But a Gillespie day never stops-it's from noon to noon," protested Kildare.<br/>"He won't let you keep those hours," said the girl. "He gave me express orders that the line is not to keep pressing in at you day and night."<br/>Kildare dropped into a chair, unbuttoned his white jacket at the throat, and wiped away perspiration from around his eyes. Hospitals are always too hot. He merely said: "I suppose he's right. He's always right. I'd be a fool to try to imitate him. He goes in seven-league boots, and I'm only a measuring worm...I suppose he wants me in the laboratory."