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white fibrous tissue。 It was a signal of tuberculosis； whether old or recent they would know in a moment。 He moved aside for Seddons。
〃Palpate the lungs； Seddons。〃 It was Pearson。 〃I imagine you'll find some evidence there。〃
The surgical resident grasped the lungs； probing with his fingers。 The cavities beneath the surface were detectable at once。 He looked up at Pearson and nodded。 McNeil had turned to the case…history papers。 He used a clean knife to lift the pages so he would not stain them。
〃Was there a chest X…ray on admission？〃 Pearson asked。
The resident shook his head。 〃The patient was in shock。 There's a note here it wasn't done。〃
〃We'll take a vertical slice to see what's visible。〃 Pearson was talking to the nurses again as he moved back to the table。 He removed the lungs and cut smoothly down the center of one。 It was there unmistakably…fibrocaseous tuberculosis； well advanced。 The lung had a honeybed appearance； like ping…pong balls fastened together； then cut through the center…a festering； evil growth that only the heart had beaten to the kill。
〃Can you see it？〃
Seddons answered Pearson's question。 〃Yes。 Looks like it was a tossup whether this or the heart would get him first。〃
〃It's always a tossup what we die of。〃 Pearson looked across at the nurses。 〃This man had advanced tuberculosis。 As Dr。 Seddons observed； it would have killed him very soon。 Presumably neither he nor his physician were aware of its presence。〃
Now Pearson peeled off his gloves and began to remove his gown。 The performance is over； Seddons thought。 The bit players and stagehands will do the cleaning up。 McNeil and the resident would put the essential organs into a pail and label it with the case number。 The remainder would be put back into the body； with linen waste added if necessary to fill the cavities out。 Then they would stitch up roughly； using a big baseball stitch…over and under…because the area they had been working on would be covered decorously with clothing in the coffin； and when they had finished the body would go in refrigeration to await the undertaker。
Pearson had put on the white lab coat with which he entered the autopsy room and was lighting a new cigar。 It was a characteristic that he left behind him through the hospital a trail of half…smoked cigar butts； usually for someone else to deposit in an ash tray。 He addressed himself to the nurses。
〃There will be times in your careers；〃 he said； 〃when you will have patients die。 It will be necessary then to obtain permission for an autopsy from the next of kin。 Sometimes this will fall to the physician； sometimes to you。 When that happens you will occasionally meet resistance。 It is hard for any person to sanction…even after death…the mutilation of someone they have loved。 This is understandable。〃
Pearson paused。 For a moment Seddons found himself having second thoughts about the old man。 Was there some warmth； some humanity； in him after all？
〃When you need to muster arguments；〃 Pearson said； 〃to convince some individual of the need for autopsy； I hope you will remember what you have seen today and use it as an example。〃
He had his cigar going now and waved it at the table。 〃This man has been tuberculous for many months。 It is possible he may have infected others around him…his family； people he worked with； even some in this hospital。 If there had been no autopsy； some of these people might have developed tuberculosis and it could have remained undetected； as it did here； until too late。〃
Two of the student nurses moved back instinctively from the table。
Pearson shook his head。 〃Within reason there is no danger of infection here。 Tuberculosis is a respiratory disease。 But because of what we have learned today； those who have been close to this man will be kept under observation and given periodic checks for several years to e。〃
To his own surprise Seddons found himself stirred by Pearson's words。 He makes it sound good； he thought； what's more； he believes in what he is saying。 He discovered that at this moment he was liking the old man。
As if he had read Seddons' mind； Pearson looked over to the surgical resident。 With a mocking smile： 〃Pathology has its victories too； Dr。 Seddons。〃
He nodded at the nurses。 Then he was gone； leaving a cloud of cigar smoke behind。
Four
The monthly surgical…mortality conference was scheduled for 2：30 P。M。 At three minutes to the half…hour Dr。 Lucy Grainger； a little harried as if time were working against her； hurried into the administration reception office。 〃Am I late？〃 she asked the secretary at the information desk。
〃I don't think they've started； Dr。 Grainger。 They just went in the board room。〃 The girl had indicated the double oak…paneled doorway down the hall； and now； as she approached； Lucy could hear a hum of conversation from inside。
As she entered the big room with its pile carpet； long walnut table； and carved chairs； she found herself close to Kent O'Donnell and another younger man she did not recognize。 Around them was a babel of talk and the air was thick with tobacco smoke。 The monthly mortality conferences were usually looked on as mand performances； and already most of the hospital's forty…odd staff surgeons had arrived； as well as house staff…interns and residents。
〃Lucy！〃 She smiled a greeting at two of the other surgeons； then turned back as O'Donnell called to her。 He was maneuvering the other man with him。
〃Lucy； I'd like you to meet Dr。 Roger Hilton。 He's just joined the staff。 You may recall his name came up some time ago。〃
〃Yes； I do remember。〃 She smiled at Hilton； her face crinkling。
〃This is Dr。 Grainger。〃 O'Donnell was always punctilious about helping new staff members to bee known。 He added； 〃Lucy is one of our orthopedic surgeons。〃
She offered Hilton her hand and he took it。 He had a firm grasp； a boyish smile。 She guessed his age at twenty…seven。 〃If you're not tired of hearing it；〃 she said； 〃wele！〃
〃Matter of fact； I'm rather enjoying it。〃 He looked as if he were。
〃Is this your first hospital appointment？〃
Hilton nodded。 〃Yes。 I was a surgical resident at Michael Reese。〃
Lucy remembered more clearly now。 This was a man whom Kent O'Donnell had been very keen to get to Burlington。 And undoubtedly that meant Hilton had good qualifications。
〃e over here a minute； Lucy。〃 Kent O'Donnell had moved back near her and was beckoning。
Excusing herself to Hilton； she followed the chief of surgery to one of the board…room windows； away from the immediate press of people。
〃That's a little better； at least we can make ourselves heard。〃 O'Donnell smiled。 〃How have you been； Lucy？ I haven't seen you； except in line of duty； for quite a while。〃
She appeared to consider。 〃Well； my pulse has been normal； temperature around ninety…eight point eight。 Haven't checked blood pressure recently。〃
〃Why not let me do it？〃 O'Donnell said。 〃Over dinner； for example。〃
〃Do you think it's wise？ You might drop the sphygmomanometer in the soup。〃
〃Let's settle for dinner then and forget the rest。〃
〃I'd love to； Kent；〃 Lucy said。 〃But I'll have to look at my book first。〃
〃Do that and I'll phone you。 Let's try to make it next week。〃 O'Donnell touched her lightly on the shoulder as he turned away。 〃I'd better get this show opened。〃
Watching him ease his way through other groups toward the center table； Lucy thought； not for the first time； how much she admired Kent O'Donnell； both as a colleague and a man。 The invitation to dinner was not a new thing。 They had had evenings together before； and for a while she had wondered if perhaps they might be drifting into some kind of tacit relationship。 Both were unmarried； and Lucy； at thirty…five； was seven years younger than the chief of surgery。 But there had been no hint in O'Donnell's manner that he regarded her as anything more than a pleasant panion。
Lucy herself had a feeling that； if she allowed it； her admiration for Kent O'Donnell could grow to something more deep and personal。 But she had made no attempt to force the pace； feeling it better to let things develop if they happened to； and if not…well； nothing was lost。 That at least was one advantage of maturity over the first flush of youth。 You learned not to hurry； and you discovered that the rainbow's end was a good deal further than the next city block。
〃Shall we get started； gentlemen？〃 O'Donnell had reached the head of the table and raised his voice across the heads of the others。 He too had savored the brief moment with Lucy and found the thought pleasing that he would be meeting her again shortly。 Actually he would have called her a good deal sooner； but there had been a reason for hesitation。 The truth was that Kent O'Donnell found himself being drawn more and more toward Lucy Grainger； and he was not at all sure this was a good thing for either of them。
By now he had bee fairly set in his own mode of life。 Living alone and being independent grew on you after a while； and he doubted sometimes if he could adjust to anything else。 He suspected； too； that something of the same thing might apply to Lucy； and there might be problems as well about their parallel careers。 Nonetheless； he still felt more fortable in