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much to be concerned about。 And apart from the minor fault of O'Donnell's being…in Chandler's opinion…a little too democratic at times； he was a good man to have at the head of the board and certainly a big improvement over his predecessor。 Therefore； amiably enough； he answered； 〃I lost count some time ago。 I suppose we're getting through them。 But there's nothing to show so far。〃
〃What's the news of the typhoid patients？〃 O'Donnell asked。 〃And the four suspected cases？〃
〃You can make it four definite now；〃 Chandler said； 〃and scratch two of the suspects。〃
〃Anyone in danger？〃
〃I don't think so。 Thank God for antibiotics！ Fifteen years ago we'd have been in a lot more trouble than we are。〃
〃Yes； I suppose so。〃 O'Donnell knew better than to inquire about isolation procedure。 For all his pompousness Chandler could always be relied on to do the correct thing medically。
〃Two of the patients are nurses；〃 Chandler said。 〃One's from Psychiatry； the other from Urology。 The other two are men…a generator…room worker and a clerk from the records office。〃
〃All from widely separated parts of the hospital；〃 O'Donnell said thoughtfully。
〃Exactly！ There's no mon denominator except hospital food。 All four took their meals in the hospital cafeteria。 I don't think there's any question that we're on the right track。〃
〃Then I won't hold you up；〃 O'Donnell said。 〃You've two more people waiting outside； but some of the other men have more； and we're shifting them around。〃
〃Very well；〃 Chandler said。 〃I'll just keep going until we're clear； nothing must stop us…no matter how long it takes。〃 He sat in his chair a little straighter。 He had the feeling that there was a touch of derring…do and a ring of Old Glory to his own forthright words。
〃Right you are；〃 O'Donnell said。 〃I'll leave you to it。〃
A little piqued by the casual reaction； the chief of medicine said stiffly； 〃You might ask the nurse to send in the next one； will you？〃
〃Sure。〃
O'Donnell went out； and a moment later a girl kitchen worker entered。 She was holding a card。
Chandler said； 〃I'll take that。 Sit down； please。〃 He put the card in front of him and selected a blank case…history sheet。
〃Yes； sir；〃 the girl said。
〃Now； first I want your medical history…yourself and your family…as far back as we can go。 Let's start with your parents。〃
With the girl responding to his careful questioning； Chandler's rapidly written notes began to fill the sheet in front of him。 As always； when he was finished the result would be a model of good case…history reporting； suitable for inclusion in any medical textbook。 One of the reasons Dr。 Chandler was chief of medicine at Three Counties was because he was an extremely precise and conscientious clinician。
Walking away from the mandeered outpatients' department； Kent O'Donnell permitted himself to think； for the first time with any degree of perspective； of some of the day's events so far。 It was now midafternoon； and since this morning so much had happened that it had been impossible to grasp the implications of it all。
In swift and unexpected succession had e； first； the incident of the mis…diagnosed child and； shortly afterward； its death。 Then there had followed： Pearson's firing； Charlie Dornberger's retirement； the discovery that an elementary hygiene precaution had been neglected in the hospital for more than six months； and now the occurrence of typhoid； with the threat of an even graver epidemic hanging over Three Counties like an avenging sword。
So much； it seemed； had broken loose at once。 Why？ How had it happened？ Was it a sudden symptom of a malaise that； undetected until now； had gripped the hospital？ Was there more to e perhaps？ Was this the signal of a general disintegration soon to follow？ Had they all been guilty of a sense of placency…of which O'Donnell himself might be the instigator？
He thought： We were all sure； so sure； that this regime was better than the last。 We worked to make it so。 We believed we were creating and progressing； building a temple of healing； a place where good medicine would be learned and practiced。 But have we failed…ignominiously and blindly…through the very goodness of our own intentions？ Have we been stupid and unseeing…our eyes on the cloud tops； uplifted by the glister of ideals； yet ignoring the plain earthy warning of everyday events？ What have we built here？ O'Donnell searched his mind。 Is it； in truth； a place of healing？ Or have we raised； in folly； a whited sepulcher…an empty； antiseptic shrine？
Preoccupied； his thoughts burning and intense； O'Donnell had strode through the hospital instinctively； unconscious of his surroundings。 Now he came to his office and went inside。
He crossed to the window and stood looking down at the hospital forecourt。 As always； there was a movement of people； ing and going。 He saw a man limping； a woman holding his arm； they passed beneath and out of sight。 A car drew up； a man jumped out and helped a woman into it。 A nurse appeared； handing the woman a baby。 The doors slammed； the car moved on。 A boy on crutches came into view； he moved quickly； swinging his body with the ease of practice。 He was stopped by an old man in a raincoat； the old man seemed uncertain where to go。 The boy pointed。 They moved together toward the hospital doors。
O'Donnell thought： They e to us in supplication； holding faith。 Are we worthy of it？ Do our successes mitigate our failures？ Can we； in time； by devotion atone for error？ Shall we ever know？
More practically； he reasoned： After today there must be many changes。 They must plug gaps…not only those already exposed； but others they would uncover by diligent searching。 They must probe for weaknesses…among themselves and in the hospital fabric。 There must be greater self…criticism； more self…examination。 Let today； he thought； stand as a bright and shining beacon…a cross of sorrow； a signal for a new beginning。
There was much to do； a great deal of work ahead。 They would begin with Pathology…the weak spot where tribulation had begun。 After that there must be reorganization elsewhere…there were several departments which he suspected were in need of it。 It was definite now that work on the new buildings would begin in the spring； and the two programs could merge together。 O'Donnell began to plan； his brain functioning swiftly。
The telephone rang sharply。
The operator announced； 〃Dr。 O'Donnell； long distance is calling。〃
It was Denise。 Her voice had the same soft huskiness that had attracted him before。 When they had exchanged greetings she said； 〃Kent darling； I want you to e to New York this next weekend。 I've invited some people for Friday night and I intend to show you off。〃
He hesitated only a moment。 Then he said； 〃I'm terribly sorry； Denise…I won't be able to make it。〃
〃But you must e。〃 Her voice was insistent。 〃I've sent out the invitations and I can't possibly cancel them。〃
〃I'm afraid you don't understand。〃 He felt himself struggling awkwardly to find the right words。 〃We have an epidemic here。 I have to stay until it's cleared up； then for a while at least there'll be other things that must be done。〃
〃But you said you'd e； dearest…whenever I called you。〃 There was the slightest hint of petulance。 He found himself wishing he were with Denise。 He was sure then that he could make her understand。 Or could he？
He answered； 〃Unfortunately I didn't know that this would happen。〃
〃But you're in charge of the hospital。 Surely； just for a day or two； you can make someone else responsible。〃 It was obvious that Denise had no intention of understanding。
He said quietly； 〃I'm afraid not。〃
There was a silence at the other end of the line。 Then Denise said lightly； 〃I did warn you； Kent…I'm a very possessive person。〃
He started to say； 〃Denise dear； please〃 then stopped。
〃Is that really your final answer？〃 The voice on the phone was still soft； almost caressing。
〃It has to be；〃 he said。 〃I'm sorry。〃 He added； 〃I'll call you； Denise…just as soon as I can get away。〃
〃Yes；〃 she said； 〃do that； Kent。 Good…by。〃
〃Good…by；〃 he answered； then thoughtfully replaced the phone。
It was midmorning…the second day of the typhoid outbreak。
As Dr。 Pearson had predicted； while a few stool samples had reached the lab yesterday afternoon； the bulk had arrived within the past hour。
The samples； contained in small cardboard cups with lids； were set out in rows on the center table of the pathology lab。 Each was identified as to source； and Pearson； seated on a wooden chair at one end of the table； was adding a lab serial number and preparing report sheets on which the culture results would be recorded later。
As Pearson pleted the preliminary paper work； he passed each specimen behind him to where David Coleman and John Alexander； working side by side； were preparing the culture plates。
Bannister； alone at a side table； was handling other orders on the lab which McNeil…now enthroned in the pathology office…had decided could not be delayed。
The lab stank。
With the exception of David Coleman all in the room were smoking； Pearson sending forth great clouds of cigar smoke to bat the odor as lids were lifted from the stool…specimen cups。 Earlier Pearson had silently offered Coleman a cigar and the younger pathologist had lighted it for a while。 But he had found the cigar almost as unpleasant as the undiluted air and had allowed it to go out。
The youthful hospital messenger who was Bannister's avowed enemy had derived great satisfaction from bringing the specimens in； and with each new batch he had a fresh line of banter to acpany it。 On his first trip he had looked at Bannister and announced； 〃They certainly found the right place to send this stuff。〃 Later he had told Coleman； 〃Got six new flavors for you； Doctor。〃 Now； setting a series of cartons in front of Pearson； he had asked； 〃You like cream and sugar in yours； sir？〃 Pearson grunted and went on writing。
John Alexander was working methodically； his mind concentrated on the work in hand。 With the same fluidity of movement which David Coleman had noted at their first meeting he reached for a specimen cup and removed the cardboard lid。 He pulled a petri dish toward him and； using a crayon
