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tive cases would get recorded as negative。 Nowadays； though； with an indirect Coombs test as well； it's pretty well foolproof。〃 As he finished speaking； he realized that this lab had only made the change since his own arrival。 He had not meant to take a dig at Pearson； at this moment he found himself hoping the old man would not notice。 There had been enough quarreling between them without adding to it needlessly。
〃But； Dr。 Coleman 。 。 。〃 Alexander's mouth was gaping； his eyes alarmed。
〃Yes？ What is it？〃 Coleman was puzzled。 Nothing he had said was enough to produce this reaction。
〃We didn't do an indirect Coombs test。〃
Despite his concern for Alexander； Coleman found himself being annoyed。 Because of Pearson he had wanted to avoid pursuing this subject。 Now he was being given no choice。 〃Oh yes； you did；〃 he said offhandedly。 〃I remember signing the requisition for Coombs serum。〃
Alexander was looking at him despairingly； his eyes pleading。 He said； 〃But Dr。 Pearson said it wasn't necessary。 The test was done just in saline and high protein。〃
It took Coleman several seconds to absorb what had been said。 He saw that Harry Tomaselli； not understanding； was watching the scene curiously。 Dornberger's attention had suddenly perked up。
Pearson appeared unfortable。 He said to Coleman； with a trace of unease； 〃I meant to tell you at the time。 It slipped my mind。〃
David Coleman's brain was now ice…clear。 But before going further he wanted to establish one fact。 〃Do I understand correctly；〃 he asked Alexander； 〃that there was no indirect Coombs test whatever？〃
As Alexander nodded Dr。 Dornberger cut in abruptly。 〃Wait a minute！ Let me get this straight。 You mean the mother…Mrs。 Alexander…may have sensitized blood after all？〃
〃Of course she may！〃 Not caring； Coleman lashed out； his voice rising in pitch。 〃The saline and high…protein tests are good in a lot of cases but not in all。 Anybody who's kept reasonably up to date in hematology should be aware of that。〃 He glanced sideways at Pearson； who appeared not to have stirred。 To Dornberger he went on； 〃That's why I ordered an indirect Coombs。〃
The administrator was still trying to grasp the medical significance。 〃This test you're talking about； if you ordered it； why wasn't it done？〃
Coleman wheeled on Bannister。 His eyes merciless； he asked； 〃What happened to the requisition I signed…the requisition for Coombs serum？〃 As the technician hesitated； 〃Well？〃
Bannister was shaking。 Barely audible； he mumbled； 〃I tore it up。〃
Dornberger said incredulously； 〃You tore up a doctor's requisition…and without telling him？〃
Relentlessly Coleman said； 〃On whose instructions did you tear it up？〃
Bannister was looking at the floor。 He said reluctantly； 〃On Dr。 Pearson's instructions。〃
Dornberger was thinking quickly now。 To Coleman he said； 〃This means the child may have erythroblastosis； everything points to it； in fact。〃
〃Then you'll do an exchange transfusion？〃
Dornberger said bitterly； 〃If it was necessary at all； it should have been done at birth。 But there may be a chance； even this late。〃 He looked at the young pathologist as if； by implication； only Coleman's opinion could be trusted。 〃But I want to be sure。 The child hasn't any strength to spare。〃
〃We need a direct Coombs test of the baby's blood。〃 Coleman's reaction was fast and petent。 This scene was between himself and Dornberger now； Pearson was standing still； as if dazed by the swiftness of what had happened。 To Bannister； Coleman rapped out； 〃Is there any Coombs serum in the hospital？〃
The technician swallowed。 〃No。〃
This was something within the administrator's orbit。 He asked tersely； 〃Where do we get it then？〃
〃There isn't time。〃 Coleman shook his head。 〃We'll have to get the test done somewhere else…where they've facilities。〃
〃University will do it； they've a bigger lab than ours anyway。〃 Harry Tomaselli had crossed to the telephone。 He told the operator； 〃Get me University Hospital； please。〃 To the others he said； 〃Who's in charge of pathology there？〃
Dornberger said； 〃Dr。 Franz。〃
〃Dr。 Franz； please。〃 Tomaselli asked； 〃Who'll talk with him？〃
〃I will。〃 Coleman took the phone。 The others heard him say； 〃Dr。 Franz？ This is Dr。 Coleman…assistant pathologist at Three Counties。 Could you handle an emergency Coombs test for us？〃 There was a pause； Coleman listening。 Then he said； 〃Yes； we'll send the sample immediately。 Thank you； Doctor。 Good…by。〃 He turned back to the room。 〃We'll need the blood sample quickly。〃
〃I'll help you； Doctor。〃 It was Bannister； a tray of equipment in his hands。
About to reject the offer； Coleman saw the mute appeal in the other man's eyes。 He hesitated； then said； 〃Very well。 e with me。〃
As they left the administrator called after them。 〃I'll get a police cruiser。 They'll get the sample over there faster。〃
〃Please！ I'd like to take it…to go with them。〃 It was John Alexander。
〃All right。〃 The administrator had the telephone to his ear。 Into it he snapped； 〃Get me the City Police。〃 To Alexander he said； 〃Go with the others； then bring the blood sample to the emergency entrance。 I'll have the cruiser waiting there。〃
〃Yes； sir。〃 Alexander went out quickly。
〃This is the administrator； Three Counties Hospital。〃 Tomaselli was talking into the phone again。 〃We'd like a police car to deliver an urgent blood sample。〃 He listened briefly。 〃Yes； our people will be waiting at the emergency entrance。 Right。〃 Hanging up the phone； he said； 〃I'd better make sure they all get together。〃 He went out； leaving Pearson and Dornberger alone。
Within the past few moments a ferment of thoughts had been seething in the elderly obstetrician's mind。 Inevitably； in his long years of medical practice； Charles Dornberger had had patients die。 Sometimes about their deaths there had seemed almost a predestination。 But always he had fought for their lives； at times savagely； and never giving up until the end。 And in all occasions…successes as well as failures…he could tell himself truthfully that he had behaved with honor； his standards high； nothing left to chance； the utmost of his skill expended always。 There were other physicians； he knew； who were sometimes less exacting。 But never； to the best of his own knowledge and belief； had Charles Dornberger failed a patient through inadequacy or neglect。
Until this moment。
Now； it seemed； near the close of his own career； he was to share the sad and bitter harvest of another man's inpetence； and worse…a man who was a friend。
〃Joe；〃 he said； 〃there's something I'd like you to know。〃
Pearson had lowered himself to a lab stool； his face drained of color； his eyes unfocused。 Now he looked up slowly。
〃This was a premature baby； Joe； but it was normal； and we could have done an exchange transfusion right after birth。〃 Dornberger paused； and when he went on the turmoil of his own emotions was in his voice。 〃Joe； we've been friends a long time； and sometimes I've covered up for you； and I've helped you fight your battles。 But this time； if this baby dies； so help me God！…I'll take you before the medical board and I'll break you in two。〃
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〃For Christ sake； what are they do