Twenty-five minutes later Harshaw had both of his patients in bed.  Jill had managed to tell him, before the pill he gave her took hold, enough of the situation to let him know that he had a bear by the tail.  Ben Caxton was missing - he'd have to try to figure out something to do about that - and young Smith was as hot as a dry bearing... although he had been able to guess that when he heard who he was.  Oh, well, life might be amusing for a while; it would keep back that grey boredom that lay always just around the corner.