Doctor Martin Laraby, the resident psychiatrist at the Huntsville Sanitarium was a disarmingly simple man. He liked people and was interested in them. His manner had none of the pompous dignity one might of expected from a man whose name, printed on the hospital stationary, had an imposing list of degrees after it. He was quite young too, and attractive in a clean cut sort of way, and so it was not surprising that his pretty young secretary, Barbara, had developed a secret affection...