CHAPTER IIIVision Beyond
At three o’clock that afternoon Douglas received a visiphone call from the Ophthalmic Council. It was the face of Dr. Grant Hurley, the chairman, who appeared on the screen.
“The members have asked me to summon you to a meeting, Dr. Ashfield,” he said coldly. “A matter has come up which is—er—rather outside normal ethics in the matter of optics. The meeting will be an extraordinary one and will be held at four this afternoon. You will make it convenient to be present, please?”
It was not a request but an order.
“Of course, Doctor,” Douglas acknowledged, and switched off.
He had no illusions. Mason Brooks had evidently kept his word and tipped off the council. By law they controlled all the oculists and ophthalmic city surgeons, who worked only with their permi
