Authors: Arthur Hailey
Tags: #Fiction, #General, #Fiction - General, #Medical, #drugs, #Fiction-Thrillers, #General & Literary Fiction, #Thrillers
Some calls were obviously from cranks. Other callers were sexually explicit
or obscene. As Bill Ingram commented, "Suddenly, everything we so carefully
planned has been turned into a sideshow. "
It was this circus effect that most worried Celia. Would doctors, she
wondered, not wanting to be associated with something which already
appeared disreputable, decide not to prescribe Peptide 7 at all?
She consulted Andrew, who confirmed her fears. "I'm sorry to have to say
this, but quite a few physicians will feel that way. Unfortunately, all the
publicity suggests that Peptide 7 is in the same league with laetrile, ouzo
and Spanish fly."
Celia said unhappily, "You make me wish I hadn't asked."
Thus, less than a month before what had been foreseen as a strong but
dignified introduction of Peptide 7, Celia was weary, dismayed and
apprehensive.
In Britain, Martin was in deep despair.
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"As it turned out," Celia was apt to reminisce much later, "we
really did have problems----extremely serious ones--during the
early months after Peptide Ts introduction. Among all of us in
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charge at Felding-Roth there were plenty of tense, anxious hours, biting
of fingernails, and sleepless nights. Yet the strange thing was, the
problems that happened were not the ones we expected." Then she would
laugh and add, "What it all showed is that you can never be certain how
people will react to anything. "
The problems Celia referred to concerned supply.
From the moment Peptide 7 was available-obtainable, with a doctor's
prescription, from druggists-for months there was never enough to meet
the amazing, unprecedented demand. Long lines formed in front of pharmacy
counters, and when customers were turned away because supplies ran out,
they would go to other drugstores and stand in lines there.
A reason that was revealed later-this time quoting Bill Ingram -was that
"the damn doctors and druggists were using the stuff themselves and
cornering some of the rest for friends."
The shortage, which for a while was desperate, occurred in Britain as
well as the United States. Long-timers in the company had never known
anything like it. It resulted in frantic phone calls between New Jersey,
Ireland, Harlow, Puerto Rico, Chicago and Manchester-the last two where
plastic containers were being made and finger pumps assembled. Puerto
Rico in particular, said a Felding-Roth purchasing agent, was "always
screaming for containers, which they filled and shipped as fast as they
came in."
Both the Irish and Puerto Rican plants were working around the clock,
with extra shifts. At the same time, chartered jet aircraft flew on
several occasions from Ireland to Puerto Rico, carrying the precious
active Peptide 7 ingredient.
It was Ingram who bore the brunt of that difficult time, overseeing all
arrangements while, in his words, "We lived from hand to mouth, juggling
what supplies we had, trying to keep the multitudes who demanded Peptide
7 as happy as we could."
Then, looking back on those frantic days, he too would laugh, the anxiety
long behind him, and say, "Bless everybody, though! All of our people
pitched in, doing everything they could. Even those doctors and
druggists, playing favorites, helped Peptide 7 become the golden success
it is."
The word golden was appropriate. As Fortune magazine headlined a feature
article a year after the new drug swept, like a tornado, upon the
pharmaceutical scene:
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FELDING-ROTH
FINDS RICH
IS BETTER
Fortune estimated that the first year of Peptide 7 sales would bring in
revenues of six hundred million dollars. That and earlier estimates
caused Felding-Roth shares, traded on the New York Stock Exchange, to go,
in one broker's words, "through the roof into the stratosphere."
Immediately after the drug's introduction the share price tripled in a
month, doubled again within a year, and redoubled during the eight months
following. After that, directors voted for a five-to-one split to keep
the share price within a reasonable trading range.
Even so, when accountants finished their arithmetic, the Fortune estimate
proved low by a hundred million dollars.
Something else Fortune said was, "Not since SmithKline's remarkable ulcer
drug, Tagamet, was introduced in 1976 has there been any industrial
product comparable with the phenomenon of Peptide 7."
The success was not confined to money.
Thousands upon thousands of middle-aged and elderly men and women were
taking the drug, spraying it into nasal passages twice daily and
proclaiming that they felt better, their memories were sharper, their
general vigor enhanced. When asked if "vigor" included sexual energy,
some replied frankly, yes, while others smiled, declaring that to be a
private matter.
The enhanced memory factor was regarded by medical experts as the most
important. People taking Peptide 7 who once suffered from forgetfulness
now remembered things. Many who previously had difficulty in recalling
other people's names found that problem disappearing. Telephone numbers
were recollected without effort. Husbands who formerly forgot them began
remembering their wives' birthdays and wedding anniversaries. One elderly
gentleman claimed to have memorized, without even trying, an entire local
bus schedule. When put to the test by friends, he proved it true. Psy-
chologists who devised "before and after" memory checks confirmed to
their satisfaction that Peptide 7 worked.
Though considered secondary to memory, the drug's antiobesity effect
quickly became indisputable and advantageous. Fat people, including those
in lower age groups, lost unwanted weight and gained in general health.
The effect was soon so widely accepted
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medically that Felding-Roth applied, in the United States, Britain and
Canada, for an official weight-loss "indication" to be added to Peptide
Ts authorized use. There seemed little doubt the applications would be
approved.
Throughout the world, other countries were rushing to approve Peptide 7
and obtain supplies.
It was too early yet to know whether the drug would reduce the incidence
of Alzheimer's disease. Such knowledge was several years away, but many
lived in hope.
One critical question was being asked. Was Peptide 7 being over-
prescribed, as had happened with other medications in the past? The
answer: almost certainly, yes. Yet what made Peptide 7 different from
those others was that even when not needed, it did no harm. It was not
addicting. Incredibly, adverse reports about its effects were almost nil.
One woman wrote from Texas, complaining that each time she took a dose,
and afterward had sexual intercourse, she ended with a headache. The
report was passed routinely by Felding-Roth to the FDA, and also
investigated. The matter was dropped when it was discovered the woman's
age was eighty-two.
A California man went to Small Claims Court, demanding that Felding-Roth
be made to pay for a new wardrobe since his previous clothes were no
longer usable after Peptide 7 caused him to lose thirty pounds of weight.
The claim was contested and dismissed.
Nothing more serious was reported.
As for doctors, their enthusiasm seemed to have no limits. They
recommended Peptide 7 to patients as being beneficial, safe, and one of
history's great medical advances. Hospitals were using it. Doctors who
enjoyed active social lives rarely went out to dinner or to a cocktail
party without a prescription pad in pocket, knowing they would be asked
for Peptide 7, and that obliging a host or hostess, or their friends,
could lead to other invitations.
On the subject of doctors, Celia said to Andrew, "For once you were
wrong. Doctors weren't put off by all that publicity. In fact, it seems
to have helped."
"Yes, I was wrong," her husband admitted, "and you'll probably remind me
of it for the rest of my life. But I'm happy to be wrong, and happiest
of all for you, my love. You-and Martin, of coursedeserve everything
that's come about."
The publicity seemed to continue unabated, perhaps, Celia thought,
because Peptide 7 was causing so much renewal of human
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happiness. In newspapers there were frequent references to the drug's
effects, and on television it was talked about often.
Bill Ingram reminded Celia, "You once told me the nature of TV would help
us one day. It certainly has."
Ingram, who had been promoted a year earlier to executive vice president,
was carrying much of the load that Celia formerly had. Celia's main
preoccupation nowadays was what to do with the money that was pouring in
and, presumably, would continue to accumulate for years to come.
Seth Feingold, now retired, had been retained as a consultant and appeared
occasionally. During one meeting with Celia, a year and a half after
Peptide Ts U.S. introduction, Seth cautioned, "You have to speed up
decisions about how to spend some of that cash. If you don't, too much will
be swallowed by taxes."
One way of using cash was to acquire other companies. On Celia's urging,
the board approved purchasing the Chicago firm which was making Peptide Ts
containers. That was followed by acquisition of an Arizona concern
specializing in new drug delivery systems. Negotiations to buy an optical
company were under way. Many more millions would be spent on a new genetic
engineering research center. There would be expansions overseas.
A new company headquarters was planned, since the existing Boonton building
had run out of space and some departments were housed in distant, rented
quarters. The new structure would be in Morristown, with a hotel as part of
a Felding-Roth high-rise complex.
One purchase was a jet airplane-a Gulfstream 111. Celia and Ingram used it
on their North American journeyings, more frequent now because of the
company's widening activities.
During Celia's meeting with Seth, he also said quietly, "One thing that's
good about all this money coming in is that some of it can be used to
settle claims about those poor Montayne-deformed children."
"I'm glad of that too," Celia said. She had been aware for some time that
the existing reserve fund being used by Childers Quentin for Montayne
settlements was almost exhausted.
Seth said sadly, "I'll never feel free from my guilt about Montayne.
Never."
Sharing the sober, reflective moment, Celia thought: Amid an enormous
therapeutic and financial success, it was necessary and
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chastening to be reminded that grim failures were also part of phar-
maceutical history.
Through all of Peptide Ts bountiful triumph, Martin Peat-Smith was, as the
clicW went, in seventh heaven. Not even in the most optimistic moments had
he ever imagined so much would be accomplished by his research into aging.