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r portion of her body。
Lucy nodded to her assisting intern。 He lifted Vivian's left leg； and Lucy began to remove the towels which were taped around it。 Earlier this morning； before Vivian had been brought to the operating floor； the leg had been shaved； bathed thoroughly； and painted with merthiolate。 Now Lucy repeated the antiseptic procedure and draped fresh sterile towels above and below the knee。
On the other side of the operating table the scrub nurse was holding a folded green sheet。 With Lucy taking one side； they draped it over the table so that a hole in the sheet was immediately above the exposed knee。 The anesthetist reached over； fastening the top of the sheet to a metal bar above Vivian's head； so that her view of the rest of the operating room was cut off。 As he looked down at her he said； 〃Just stay relaxed； Miss Loburton。 This is really like having a tooth out…only a lot more fortable。〃
〃Knife； please。〃 Lucy held out her hand and the scrub nurse put a scalpel into it。 Using the belly portion of the blade； she made a quick； firm incision； just below the knee and about four centimeters long。 Immediately blood welled up。
〃Mosquito clamps。〃 The scrub nurse was ready； and Lucy clamped off two small spurters。 〃Will you tie off； please？〃 She moved back to allow the intern to put ligatures around both clamps。
〃We'll make our incision through the periosteum。〃 The intern nodded as Lucy applied the knife she had used previously to the thick fibrous tissue above the bone； cutting cleanly down。
〃Ready for the saw。〃 The scrub nurse passed Lucy a Stryker oscillating saw。 Behind her a circulating nurse held the trailing electric cable clear of the operating table。
Talking again for the intern's benefit； Lucy said； 〃We shall take a wedge…shaped sample of bone。 About half to three…quarters of an inch should be enough。〃 She glanced up at the X…ray films； in place on a lighted screen at the end of the room。 〃We must be sure； of course； that we are into the tumor and don't take a piece of normal bone that has been forced outward。〃
Lucy switched on the saw and applied it twice。 There was a soft crunching sound each time it bit into bone。 Then she switched off and passed the saw back。 〃There； I think that will do。 Tweezers！〃
Gingerly she extracted the bone sample； dropping it into a small jar of Zenker's solution which the circulating nurse was holding out。 Now the specimen…identified and acpanied by a surgical work requisition…would go to Pathology。
The anesthetist asked Vivian； 〃Still feel all right？〃
She nodded。
He told her； 〃They won't be long now。 The bone sample is out。 All they have to do is zip up your knee。〃
At the table Lucy was already sewing the periosteum； using a running suture。 She was thinking： If only this were all； how simple everything would be。 But this was merely exploratory。 The next move would depend on Joe Pearson's verdict about the bone sample she was sending to him。
The thought of Joe Pearson reminded Lucy of what she had learned earlier from Kent O'Donnell： that this was the day on which the hospital's new assistant pathologist was due to arrive in Burlington。 She hoped that things would go smoothly with the new man…for O'Donnell's sake as much as any other reason。
Lucy respected the chief of surgery's efforts to achieve improvement within the hospital without major upheavals； though she knew from observation that O'Donnell would never shun an issue if it really became necessary to meet it head on。 There she went again； she reflected： thinking about Kent O'Donnell。 It was strange how； just recently； her thoughts had kept returning to him。 Perhaps it was the proximity in which they worked； there were few days when the two of them failed to meet sometime during their stint in surgery。 Now Lucy found herself wondering how soon it would be before he invited her to dinner once more。 Or perhaps she could arrange a small dinner party at her own apartment。 There were a few people she had been planning to invite for some time； and Kent O'Donnell could be among them。
Lucy let the intern move in to sew the subcutaneous tissue。 She told him； 〃Use interrupted sutures； three should be sufficient。〃 She watched closely。 He was being slow but careful。 She knew some of the surgeons at Three Counties gave interns very little to do when they were assisting。 But Lucy remembered how many times she herself had stood by an operating table； hoping for at least a little practice in tying knots。
That had been in Montreal…all of thirteen years ago since she had begun her internship at Montreal General； then stayed on to specialize in orthopedic surgery。 She had often thought how much chance there was in the specialty which anyone in medicine decided to enter。 Often so much depended on the kind of cases you became involved in as an intern。 In her own case； in pre…med school at McGill； and later at Toronto University School of Medicine； her interest had switched first to one field； then to another。 Even on return to Montreal she had been undecided whether to specialize at all or enter general practice。 But then chance had caused her to work for a while under the tutelage of a surgeon known to the hospital generally as 〃Old Bones；〃 because of his concern with orthopedics。
When Lucy first knew him； Old Bones had been in his mid…sixties。 In terms of behavior and personality； he was one of the most objectionable people she had ever met。 Most teaching centers have their prima donnas； in Old Bones the worst habits of them all had appeared to be bined。 He regularly insulted everyone in the hospital…interns； residents； his own colleagues； patients…with equal impartiality。 In the operating room； if crossed at all； he had shouted abuse at nurses and assistants in language borrowed from the barroom and the water front。 If handed a wrong instrument； on his normal days he would throw it back at the offender； in a more tolerant mood he would merely hurl it at the wall。
Yet； for all the performance； Old Bones had been a master surgeon。 He had worked mostly on correcting bone deformities in crippled children。 His spectacular successes had made his fame world…wide。 He never modified his manner； and even the children he dealt with got the same rough treatment as their elders。 But； somehow； children seldom seemed to fear him。 Lucy had often wondered if childish instinct were not a better barometer than adult reasoning。
But it was the influence of Old Bones that really decided Lucy's future。 When she had seen at first hand what orthopedic surgery could acplish； she had wanted to share the acplishment herself。 She had stayed at Montreal General as a three…year intern； assisting Old Bones whenever it was possible。 She had copied everything from him except his manner。 Even toward Lucy that had never changed； though near the end of her senior internship she took pride in the fact that he had shouted at her a good deal less than at other people。
Since then； in the time she had been in practice； Lucy had had successes of her own。 And in Burlington her referrals from other physicians nowadays made her one of the busiest people on Three Counties' staff。 She had gone back to Montreal only once…on an occasion two years earlier； to attend Old Bones' funeral。 People said it was one of the biggest funerals of a medical man the city had ever seen。 Practically everyone the old man had ever insulted had been present in the church。
Her mind switched back to the present。 The biopsy was almost plete。 At a nod from Lucy the intern had gone on to sew up the skin； again using interrupted sutures。 Now he was putting in the final one。 Lucy glanced at the wall clock above her。 The whole procedure had taken half an hour。 It was 3 P。M。
At seven minutes to five a sixteen…year…old hospital messenger sashayed； whistling； hips swaying； into the serology lab。 Usually he came in this way because he knew it infuriated Bannister； with whom he maintained a state of perpetual running warfare。 As usual； the senior lab technician looked up and snarled at him。 〃I'm telling you for the last time to stop making that infernal racket every time you e in here。〃
〃I'm glad it's the last time。〃 The youth was unperturbed。 〃Tell you the truth； all that plainin' o' yours was get'n on my nerves a bit。〃 He went on whistling and held up the tray of blood samples he had collected from the outpatients' lab。 〃Where you want this blood； Mr。 Dracula？〃
John Alexander grinned。 Bannister； however； was not amused。 〃You know where it goes； wise guy。〃 He indicated a space on one of the lab benches。 〃Put it over there。〃
〃Yessir； captain； sir。〃 Elaborately the youth put down the tray and gave a mock salute。 Then he essayed a pelvic gyration and moved toward the door singing：
〃Oh； give me a home where the viruses roam；
Where the bugs and the microbes all play；
When often is heard an old bloodsucker's word；
And the test tubes stand stinkin' all day。〃
The door swung closed and his voice faded down the corridor。
Alexander laughed。 Bannister said； 〃Don't laugh at him。 It just makes him worse。〃 He crossed to the bench and picked up the blood specimens； glancing casually at the work sheet with them。 Halfway across the lab he stopped