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〃I'm still here。〃 It was Bannister； calmly； behind them at the file cabinets。
Pearson wheeled。 〃Look at this！〃 He was using his loudest； hectoring voice。 〃How many times do I have to give instructions about the way I want slides made？ What's wrong with the technicians in Histology？ Are they deaf or just plain stupid？〃
McNeil had heard the same kind of outburst before。 He sat back and watched as Bannister asked； 〃What's the trouble？〃
〃I'll tell you what's the trouble。〃 Pearson ripped the slide from his microscope and tossed it across the table。 〃How can I give a proper diagnosis with this kind of tissue section？〃
The senior lab technician picked up the slide and held it to the light。 〃Too thick； eh？〃
〃Of course it's too thick。〃 Pearson picked out a second slide from the same set。 〃Look at this one。 If I had some bread I could scrape off the meat and make a sandwich。〃
Bannister grinned。 〃I'll check the microtome。 We've been having trouble with it。〃 He pointed to the slide folder。 〃Do you want me to take these away？〃
〃No。 I'll have to make do with them。〃 The explosiveness had gone now； the old man was merely growling。 〃Just do a better job in supervising Histology。〃
Bannister； disagreeable himself by this time； grumbled on his way to the door。 〃Maybe if I didn't have so much else 。 。 。〃
Pearson shouted after him； 〃All right。 I've heard that record before。〃
As Bannister reached the door； there was a light tap and Dr。 Charles Dornberger appeared。 He asked； 〃May I e in； Joe？〃
〃Sure。〃 Pearson grinned。 〃You might even learn something； Charlie。〃
The obstetrician nodded pleasantly to McNeil； then said casually to Pearson； 〃This was the morning I arranged to e down。 Had you forgotten？〃
〃Yes； I had。〃 Pearson pushed the slide folder away from him。 He asked the resident； 〃How many more in this batch？〃
McNeil counted the slide folders remaining。 〃Eight。〃
〃We'll finish later。〃
The resident began to gather up the case papers already pleted。
Dornberger took out his pipe and leisurely filled it。 Looking around the big drab room； he shivered。 He said； 〃This place feels damp； Joe。 Every time I e here I feel like I'm going to get a chill。〃
Pearson gave a deep chuckle。 He said； 〃We spray flu germs around…every morning。 It discourages visitors。〃 He watched McNeil cross the room and go out of the door。 Then he asked； 〃What's on your mind？〃
Dornberger wasted no time。 He said； 〃I'm a deputation。 I'm supposed to handle you tactfully。〃 He put the pipe in his mouth； his tobacco pouch away。
Pearson looked up。 〃What is this？ More trouble？〃
Their eyes met。 Dornberger said quietly； 〃That depends。〃 After a pause he added； 〃But it looks as if you may get a new assistant pathologist。〃
Dornberger had expected an outburst； but Pearson was strangely quiet。 He said thoughtfully； 〃Whether I want one or not； eh？〃
〃Yes； Joe。〃 Dornberger made it definite； there was no point in holding back。 He had thought a good deal about this since the meeting of several days ago。
〃I suppose O'Donnell is back of this。〃 Pearson said it with a touch of bitterness but still quietly。 As always； he was being unpredictable。
Dornberger answered； 〃Partly but not entirely。〃
Again surprisingly； 〃What do you think I should do？〃 It was a question asked by one friend of another。
Dornberger laid his pipe； unlighted； in an ash tray on Pearson's desk。 He was thinking： I'm glad he's taking it this way。 It means I was right。 I can help him accept this； adjust to it。 Aloud he said； 〃I don't believe you've much choice； Joe。 You are behind with surgical reports； aren't you？ And a few other things？〃
For a moment he thought he had gone too far。 This was a sensitive area。 He saw the other man brace up and waited for the storm to break。 But again it did not。 Instead； more strongly than before； but reasonably； Pearson said； 〃Sure； a few things need straightening out。 I'll admit that to you。 But there's nothing I can't handle myself…if I can just get the time to do it。〃
He has accepted it； Dornberger thought。 He's sounding off now。 But he has accepted it just the same。 He said casually； 〃Well； maybe you'll get the time…with another pathologist。〃 With equal casualness he pulled from his inside pocket the paper which the administrator had given him。
Pearson asked； 〃What's that？〃
〃There's nothing definite about this； Joe。 It's a name that Harry Tomaselli had…apparently some young fellow who might be interested in ing here。〃
Pearson took the single sheet。 He said； 〃They sure didn't waste any time。〃
Dornberger said lightly； 〃Our administrator is a man of action。〃
Pearson was scanning the paper。 He read aloud； 〃Dr。 David Coleman。〃 There was a pause。 Then with bitterness； frustration； and envy the old man added； 〃Age thirty…one。〃
It was twenty minutes after midday； and the hospital cafeteria was at its busiest。 Most of the doctors； nurses； and hospital employees usually took their lunch about this time； and a line…up was beginning to form at the point where newers collected trays before passing counters and steam tables where the food was served。
Mrs。 Straughan； as usual at this period； had her eye on proceedings； ensuring that as fast as one batch of food was used up another was brought from the kitchens to keep the line out front moving briskly。 Today there was a choice of Irish stew； lamb chops； and broiled halibut。 The chief dietitian noticed that the lamb chops were moving slowly。 She decided to try some herself in a few minutes to see if there were any reason。 Perhaps the meat was not as succulent as it might be； word of something like that was often passed to those arriving in the cafeteria by others who were leaving。 Mrs。 Straughan noticed a dish at the top of a pile on the servery that appeared to have a mark on it。 She stepped forward and removed it quickly； sure enough； it still bore traces of an earlier meal。 The dishwashing machines again！ she thought。 Their inadequacy was a recurring problem； and she decided to broach the subject with the administrator again very soon。
Over at the tables reserved for the medical staff there was the sound of noisy laughter。 It came from a group of which Dr。 Ralph Bell； the radiologist； was the center。
Gil Bartlett； who had e from the serving counter with a tray； put it down and went over with extended hand。 〃Congratulations； Ding Dong；〃 he said。 〃I just heard。〃
〃Heard what？〃 It was Lewis Toynbee； the internist； also with a tray； behind him。 Then as Bell； beaming； passed a cigar to Bartlett； Toynbee exclaimed； 〃My God！ Not again？〃
〃Certainly again。 Why not？〃 The radiologist held out another cigar。 〃Join us； Lewis。 It's exactly eight Bells。〃
〃Eight！ When was this？〃
Bell said calmly； 〃This morning。 Another boy for the ball team。〃
Bill Rufus put in； 〃Don't sound critical； Lewis。 He's doing his best。 After all； he's only been married eight years。〃
Lewis Toynbee offered his hand。 〃Don't squeeze it too tight； Ding Dong。 I'm afraid some of that fertility might rub off。〃
〃I'm impervious to jealousy；〃 Bell said good…naturedly。 He had been through all this before。
Lucy Grainger asked； 〃How is your wife？〃
Bell answered； 〃She's fine； thanks。〃
〃How does it feel to be a sex fiend？〃 The question was from Harvey Chandler； the chief of medicine； lower down the table。
Bell said； 〃I'm not a sex fiend。 At our house we have intercourse once a year。 I'm just a dead shot。〃
Lucy Grainger joined in the ensuing laughter； then she said； 〃Ralph； I'm sending you a patient this afternoon。 It's one of our student nurses…Vivian Loburton。〃
The laughter had simmered down。 〃What is it you're looking for？〃 Bell asked。
〃I want you to take some films of the left knee；〃 Lucy answered。 Then she added； 〃There's some sort of growth there。 I don't like the look of it。〃
Back in his own office； Dr。 Charles Dornberger had telephoned Kent O'Donnell to report the oute of the talk with Pearson。 At the end he had told the chief of surgery； 〃I've let Joe know about the man you people have been corresponding with。〃
O'Donnell had asked； 〃How did he take it？〃
〃I wouldn't say he was enthusiastic；〃 Dornberger said。 〃But I think if you want to have this fellow 。 。 。 what's his name…Coleman？ 。 。 。 if you want to have him e here for a talk； Joe won't be difficult。 But I'd suggest you keep Joe posted on everything you do from here on in。〃
〃You can be sure of that；〃 O'Donnell had said。 Then； 〃Thanks； Charlie。 Thank you very much。〃
Afterward Dornberger had made another telephone call。 It was to Mrs。 John Alexander； who had phoned earlier that morning and left a message。 Before calling he had looked up his record card and was reminded that this was the wife of the pathology technologist； referred to him by Joe Pearson。 Talking with Mrs。 Alexander； he learned that she had just arrived in town to join her husband。 They made an appointment for her to e to Dornberger's downtown office the following week。
About the same time that Mrs。 Alexander was talking with Dornberger her husband was receiving his first tongue…lashing from Dr。 Joseph Pearson。 It happened this way。
After Pearson's outburst that morning about the poor…quality surgical slides； Bannister had e back to