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doctor might have them in his study." He faced back to Frau Blucher. "I would think that my grandfather, being more than just an ordinary-You know what I mean, I'm sure ..."
    "This is the only library I know of, Dr. Franken-stone."
    "Fron-kon-steen."
    "Mmmm, yes."
    "Well, we'll see," Dr. Frankenstein said. "I'll have time to look around."
    "Would the Doktor care for a brandy before retiring?"
    "No, thank you."
    "Some warm milk, perhaps?"
    "No," Dr. Frankenstein replied edgily. "Thank you. That's very kind of you."
    "Ovaltine?"
    "Nothing!" he snapped. "Thank you. I'm a little tired."
    "Then, I'll show your friends to their rooms," Frau Blucher said.
    Igor and Inga turned and stepped out into the corridor .
    Frau Blucher glanced toward the portrait. "Goodnight, darling," she said.
    "I beg your pardon?" Dr. Frankenstein said.
    "Yes, and good-night to you, too, Herr Doktor," she said. Then, departing, she pursed her lips and mimed a kiss to the portrait.
    A moment later, the door closed behind her.
    Alone, Dr. Frankenstein spent a minute or so studying the portrait of his grandfather . There was a resemblance between himself and his ancestor, he decided . Basically, Victor Frankenstein had been a damned handsome chap.
    The doctor lugged his suitcase to the bed and opened it, and then he began unpacking and putting his clothing away in the drawers of the various chests and in the closet. As he was finishing, he heard a strange musical sound coming from outside . Curious, he went to a window and pulled back the heavy drapes and looked out. Nothing and no one. Yet the music continued. He concentrated, trying to locate the source of the sound, then looked upward.
    He saw Igor sitting in a window near the top of a turret. The hunchback was blowing a horn. Listening closely, the doctor discovered that the tune was a simple melody, being played over and over again. It was hypnotizing, in a way. It was good, the doctor decided. Not great, of course, but good-really good.
    "Not a bad horn player," he said aloud to himself, closing the drapes and turning back into the room.
    Fatigue-the aftereffects of the long journey-began to overcome the doctor as he undressed. By the time he got into his nightshirt, he could hardly keep his eyes open. And when he stretched out on the bed, finally, he immediately dropped off into a deep sleep.
    It was a short rest, however . Very soon, dimly, as if he were still asleep, he became aware of the sound of a violin . He tried to ignore it, thinking that, in his subconscious, he was recalling the little old street musician he had met outside the hospital the day that Herr Falkstein had come to read him his grandfather's will. That notion was bolstered by the fact that the music he was hearing now was the same as the music that the old violinist had played, the Transylvanian lullaby.
    The doctor spoke out in protest. "I am not a Frankenstein. I'm a Fronkonsteen! Don't give me that. I don't believe in fate and I won't say it. I won't, I tell you. I will not say it."
    The words perplexed him. Who was he talking to? And why was he protesting so vehemently?
    Suddenly, the tension seeped from his body. He felt marvelously at ease. To his amazement, he heard himself speak again. "All right, all right, all right, you win!" he said. And then, startling himself, he launched into a rousing cheer.
    Give me a D
    Give me an E
    Give me an S
    Give me a T
    Give me an I
    Now, give me an N,
    And I mean,
    I really want to hear it!
    Now, give me a Y
    And what have we got?
    DES-TI-NY! DES-TI-NY!
    No escaping, that's for me!
    He was being shaken. Someone had him by the shoulders and was shoving and pulling . Who was it? A critic? Surely his performance hadn't been that bad .
    "Dr. Fronkonsteen! Dr. Fronkonsteen-wake up!"
    It was Inga's voice.
    With effort, he opened his eyes. Inga was standing over him, dressed in a nightgown and robe.
    "What is it?" he asked groggily.
    "You were having a nightmare," she told him. "You were