about him like startled wings, head jerking constantly about him in an apparent search for something mislaid or forever lost. Not looking at Jordan he said, âYouâve got some notes? Samples?â
âNeither,â said Jordan. âThe appointment was made by my solicitor, Lesley Corbin. Itâs for a legal case.â
âLegal case?â demanded the venerealogist, frowning directly at Jordan for the first time.
âIn America,â offered Jordan.
The man flustered through a hamsterâs den of papers on his desk, finally coming up with a confirming official letter from Lesley Corbin. Looking up again he said, âHIV, negative or positive? Any venereal infection?â
âTo prove I am not suffering from anything.â Jordan supposed he should be amused by the shambling, mad doctor imagery, but he wasnât. As Lesley had reminded him the previous day there was nothing amusing in the situation in which he found himself.
Preston stared from beneath his upright shock of pure white hair. âYou think you have caught something?â
âItâs to guarantee that I havenât infected someone. Anyone.â
âAh!â exclaimed the man, in final understanding. He went back to the appointment slip. âIt doesnât say,â he said, as if offering an explanation of his own.
Thatâs what itâs for.â
âYou suffered from anything in the past?â
âNo.â
âItâs possible for me to find a trace, if you have.â
âI havenât,â insisted Jordan.
âYouâre sure?â
âPositive.â
âHave you got any discharge? Irritation? Rashes? Need to pass water frequently?â
âNo. No symptoms, if those are the symptoms.â
âYou sure?â
âPositive,â sighed Jordan, again. Why the hell had Lesley Corbin picked this man?
âWhenâs the last time you had a full medical examination?â
âIâve never had a full medical examination.â
âWhoâs your regular doctor, from whom I can obtain your records and case notes. Iâll need you to sign the authority for me to ask for them, of course.â
âI donât have a regular doctor.â
The white-haired head came up again. âWhat do you do if you are ill?â
âIâm never ill. If I were Iâd go to a hospital.â To have a regular doctor meant records being created and invisible men didnât have records.
âThis is for court purposes?â
âYes.â
âIâll need to give you a full medical, as well as giving you the specific examination thatâs been asked for. I canât do one without the other.â
âWhy donât you do that and get it over with?â demanded Jordan, impatiently.
Jordan later decided he wouldnât have agreed so readily if heâd known it was going to take almost three hours. He had to supply five phials for all the necessary blood tests and two for urine examination, as well as a faeces sample. There were two sets of chest and lower body X-rays and his blood pressure and rate was tested not just by an arm cuff but on a treadmill meter. His lung capacity was measured by his blowing into an asthma tube and his vision to the very bottom line of the alphabet chart. Although a prostrate assessment was ticked on one of the blood test cards the doctor also insisted upon a rubber gloved anal examination, which was a great deal more uncomfortable than with the later, narrower colostomy probe. The final forty-five minutes was a verbal exchange to discover any illnesses or complaints Jordan could have conceivably suffered during his remembered childhood up to that day, whether or not it had required doctor or hospital consultation, followed by a determined effort by Preston to complete a medical history of Jordanâs parents.
At the end the doctor said, âI think youâre the only person Iâve ever