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een watching the other man covertly。 He looked a worrier； Bell decided； he was obviously stewing right now。 The radiologist placed Bladwick in position behind the fluoroscope and handed him a tumbler of barium。 〃When I tell you；〃 he said； 〃drink this right down。〃
When he was ready he ordered； 〃Now！〃 Bladwick drained the glass。
In the fluoroscope Bell watched the path of the barium as it coursed first through the esophagus； then into the stomach； and from there into the duodenum。 Sharpened by the opaque liquid； the outline of each organ was clearly visible； and at various stages Bell thumbed a button recording the results on film。 Now he palpated the patient's abdomen to move the barium around。 Then he could see it…a crater in the duodenum。 An ulcer； clear and unmistakable。 He reflected that he had won the bet with himself。 Aloud he said； 〃That's all； Mr。 Bladwick； thank you。〃
〃Well； Doc； what's the verdict？ Am I going to live？〃
〃You'll live。〃 Most of them wanted to know what he saw in the fluoroscope。 Magic mirror on the wall； who is healthiest of all？ It wasn't his job to tell though。 〃Your own physician will get these films tomorrow。 I imagine he'll be talking to you。〃 Hard luck； my friend； he thought。 I hope you like lots of rest and a diet of milk and poached eggs。
Two hundred yards away from the main hospital block； in a run…down building that had once been a furniture factory and now did duty as a nurses' home； Student Nurse Vivian Loburton was having trouble with a zipper that refused to zip。
〃Damn and hellfire！〃 She addressed the zipper with an expression much favored by her father； who had made a fortable fortune felling tall trees and saw no reason to have one language for the woods and another at home。
Vivian； at nineteen； sometimes provided an interesting contrast between her father's robustness and her mother's innate New England delicacy which close contact with Oregon lumbering had never changed。 Now； in her fourth month of training as a nurse； Vivian had already found something of the traits of both parents in her own reaction to the hospital and nursing。 At one and the same time she was awed and fascinated； repulsed and disgusted。 She supposed that close contact with sickness and disease was always a shock for anyone new。 But knowing that did not help much when your stomach was ready to do flip…flops and it took all the will you possessed not to turn and run away。
It was after moments like this that she felt the need for a change of scene； a cleansing antidote； and to some extent she had found it in an old love…music。 Surprisingly； for a city of its size； Burlington had an excellent symphony； and； discovering this； Vivian had bee one of its supporters。 She found the switch in tempo； the balm of good music； helped to steady and reassure her。 She had been sorry when concerts had ended for the summer； and there had been moments recently when she had felt the need of something to replace them。
There was no time now； though； for odd； stray thoughts； the gap between morning classes and reporting to a ward for duty had been short enough。 Now this zipper！ 。 。 。 She tugged again； and suddenly the teeth meshed； the zipper closed。 Relieved； she ran for the door； then paused to mop her face。 Jeepers； it was hot！ And all that effort had made her sweat like crazy。
So it went…that morning as all mornings…through the hospital。 In the clinics； the nurseries； laboratories； operating rooms； in Neurology； Psychiatry； Pediatrics； Dermatology； in Orthopedics； Ophthalmology； Gynecology； Urology； in the charity wards and the private patients' pavilion； in the service departments…administration； accounting； purchasing； housekeeping； in the waiting rooms； corridors； halls； elevators； throughout the five floors； basement； and sub…basement of Three Counties Hospital the tides and currents of humanity and medicine ebbed and flowed。
It was eleven； o'clock on the fifteenth of July。
Two
Two blocks from Three Counties Hospital the clock…tower bell of the Church of the Redeemer was chiming the hour as Kent O'Donnell made his way from the surgical floor down to Administration。 The sound of the bell； off…key as always from a flaw in its long…ago casting； drifted in through an open stairway window。 Automatically O'Donnell checked his wrist watch； then moved aside as a group of interns passed him hurriedly on the staff stairway； their feet sounding noisily on the metal treads。 The interns quietened a little when they saw the medical…board president and offered a respectful 〃Good morning； Doctor；〃 as each went by。 On the second floor O'Donnell halted to let a nurse with a wheel chair pass。 In it was a girl of about ten with a bandage over one eye； a woman； plainly the mother； hovering protectively alongside。
The nurse； whom he smiled at but failed to recognize； appraised him covertly。 In his early forties； O'Donnell still rated second glances from women。 He had retained the build which had made him an outstanding quarterback in his college years…a tall； erect figure with big； broad shoulders and muscular arms。 Even nowadays he had a trick of squaring his shoulders when ready to do something difficult or make a decision…as if readying instinctively to stop the charge of a red…dogging tackle。 Yet despite his bulk…mostly bone and muscle with less than a pound of overweight…he still moved lightly； and regular sport…tennis in summer； skiing in winter…had kept him robust and lithe。
O'Donnell had never been handsome in the Adonic sense； but he had a rugged； creased irregularity of face （his nose still carried the scar of an old football injury） which women so often； and perversely； find attractive in men。 Only his hair showed the real trace of years； not so long ago jet black； now it was graying swiftly as if the color pigments had suddenly surrendered and were marching out。
Now； from behind； O'Donnell heard his name called。 He stopped and saw the caller was Bill Rufus； one of the seniors on surgical staff。
〃How are you； Bill？〃 O'Donnell liked Rufus。 He was conscientious； dependable； a good surgeon with a busy practice。 His patients trusted him because of a forthright integrity which came through when he talked。 He was respected by the house staff…interns and residents…who found Dr。 Rufus to have a painless； pleasant way of imparting sound instruction while treating them as equals…a condition not always prevailing with other surgeons。
His only peculiarity； if you could call it that； was a habit of wearing impossibly gaudy neckties。 O'Donnell shuddered inwardly as he noticed the creation his colleague was sporting today…turquoise circles and vermilion zigzags on a background of mauve and lemon yellow。 Bill Rufus took a good deal of ribbing about his ties。 One of the psychiatrists on staff had suggested recently that they represented 〃a pus crater from an inner seething below a conservative surface。〃 But Rufus had merely laughed good…naturedly。 Today； though； he seemed troubled。
〃Kent； I want to talk to you；〃 Rufus said。
〃Shall we go to my office？〃 O'Donnell was curious now。 Rufus was not the type to e to him unless it were something important。
〃No； here's as good as anywhere。 Look；