ah.thefinaldiagnosis-第31节
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s as fortable as any and quiet。 I believe our administrator wrote you about the apartment situation。〃
〃Yes； he did；〃 Coleman said。 〃I'd like to do something about that quite quickly。〃
〃You won't have any problem；〃 O'Donnell said； then added； 〃Perhaps you'd like to take a day or two to fix up an apartment before you report at the hospital。〃
〃I don't think so； thank you。 I plan to start work tomorrow morning。〃
Coleman was polite but definite。 O'Donnell thought： This is a man who makes up his mind； then states his opinion plainly。 He sounded； too； as if he were not dissuaded easily。 O'Donnell found himself speculating on how Joe Pearson and David Coleman were going to get along。 Superficially it looked as if they might clash。 But you could never tell。 Sometimes in a hospital the most unlikely people hit it off like lifetime friends。
Looking around him as they drove through the approaches to the city； David Coleman found himself close to a sense of excitement at the prospect ahead。 This was unusual because mostly he took whatever came with a matter…of…fact acceptance。 But it was； after all； his first staff appointment to a hospital。 He told himself： a touch of down…to…earth humanity is nothing to be ashamed of； my friend； then smiled inwardly at the silent self…criticism。 Old habits of thought； he reflected； were hard to break。
He wondered about O'Donnell； sitting beside him。 Everything he had heard about the chief of surgery at Three Counties had been good。 How was it； he wondered； that a man with O'Donnell's background and qualifications would choose a place like Burlington？ Did he； too； have a mixed…up motivation； or was there some other reason？ Maybe he just liked it here。 There were some people； Coleman supposed； whose preferences were straightforward and unplicated。
O'Donnell pulled out to pass a tractor…trailer。 Then he said； 〃I'd like to tell you a couple of things； if I may。〃
Coleman said politely； 〃Please do。〃
〃We've had a number of changes at Three Counties these past few years。〃 O'Donnell was going slowly； choosing his words。 〃Harry Tomaselli told me you'd heard of some of them…as well as our plans。〃
Coleman smiled。 〃Yes； I had。〃
O'Donnell sounded his horn and a car ahead of them moved over。 He said； 〃The fact of your being here represents a major change； and I imagine that； once installed； there will be other changes you'll want to make yourself。〃
Coleman thought of the hospital's pathology department as he had seen it during his brief visit。 〃Yes；〃 he responded； 〃I'm sure there will。〃
O'Donnell was silent。 Then； more slowly； he said； 〃Whenever we could； we've tried to make our changes peaceably。 Sometimes that hasn't been possible； I'm not one who believes in sacrificing a principle just to keep the peace。〃 He looked sideways at Coleman。 〃Let's be clear about that。〃
Coleman nodded but made no answer。 O'Donnell went on； 〃All the same； wherever you can； I'd suggest you move discreetly。〃 He smiled。 〃Do what you can by persuasion； and save the big guns for things that really matter。〃
Nonmittally Coleman said； 〃I see。〃 He was not sure just what he was being told； he would need to know O'Donnell better before deciding that。 Had he been wrong in his impression of O'Donnell？ Was the chief of surgery； after all； just a pussyfooter？ Was Coleman being told here and now； as a newer； not to rock the boat？ If that were so； they would quickly find they had obtained the wrong man。 David Coleman made a mental note not to take a long lease on any apartment he might find in Burlington。
O'Donnell was wondering now if he had been wise in saying what he had。 They had been fortunate to get this man Coleman； and he had no wish to put him off； not right at the beginning。 But all the time at the back of O'Donnell's mind had been the problem of Joe Pearson and Pearson's admitted influence with Eustace Swayne。 As far as he could O'Donnell wanted to be loyal to Orden Brown； in the past the board chairman had done a good deal to support the chief of surgery。 O'Donnell knew that Brown wanted Swayne's quarter million dollars and； indeed； the hospital needed it badly。 And if that meant placating Joe Pearson a little； O'Donnell was prepared to go along…within reason。
But where did hospital politics end and O'Donnell's responsibility as a medical practitioner begin？ It was a question that troubled him； someday he might have to decide just where the line of demarcation lay。 Was he himself playing politics now？ O'Donnell supposed he was。 If he were not； he would not have just said what he had to Dr。 Coleman。 Power corrupts； he thought； you can't escape it； no matter who you are。 He considered expanding the subject a little more with Coleman； perhaps taking the younger man into his confidence； then decided against it。 Coleman was； after all； a newer； and O'Donnell was acutely aware that he had not penetrated yet behind those cool gray eyes。
Now they were ing into the city center； the streets of Burlington hot and dusty； sidewalks shimmering and the black…top roadways sticky in the heat。 He turned the Buick into the forecourt of the Roosevelt Hotel。 A porter opened the car doors and began to remove Coleman's bags from the rear seat。
O'Donnell said； 〃Would you like me to e in？ Make sure everything's in order？〃
From outside the car Coleman answered； 〃There's really no need。〃 Once more the quiet but definite statement。
O'Donnell leaned across the seat。 〃All right。 We'll expect you tomorrow then。 Good luck。〃
〃Thank you。〃
The porter slammed the doors； and O'Donnell eased the car into the city traffic。 He glanced at his watch。 It was 2 P。M。 He decided he would go to his own office first； the hospital later。
Seated on the leather…covered bench outside the outpatients' laboratory of Three Counties； Elizabeth Alexander wondered why it was that the corridor walls had been painted two shades of brown instead of something lighter and brighter。 It was a dark part of the hospital anyway； a little yellow； or even a light green； would have made the place so much more cheerful。
From as far back as her memory went Elizabeth had liked bright colors。 She remembered； as a little girl； the first pair of draperies she had made for her own room at home； they had been powder…blue chintz with shapes of stars and moons woven into them。 She suspected now that they had been very badly made； but at the time they had seemed quite wonderful。 To hang them she had gone downstairs into her father's store and indulgently he had sought out the things she needed…a rod cut to the right length； metal brackets； screws； a screw driver。 She remembered his groping to find what he wanted among the other hardware…always piled high and untidily so that more often than not he had to search for whatever a customer asked for。
That was back in New Richmond； Indiana…two years before her father had died in the accident。 Or was it three？ It was hard to be sure； time went by so quickly。 She knew it was six months before her father's death that she had first met John。 In a way that had had to do with color too。 He was on vacation from high school and had e into the store to buy some red paint。 By then Elizabeth was helping in the store； and she had talked him out of it and sold him green instead。 Or was it the other way around？ That too was misty now。
She knew； though； she had fallen in love with John right at the first moment。 Probably it was just to keep him in the store that she had suggested the switch in colors。 And looking back； it seemed from then on there had never been any doubt about their feelings for each other。 They had stayed sweethearts through the transition from high school to college and had been married six years after their first meeting。 Strangely； though neither had any money and John was still at college on a scholarship； no one had urged them to wait。 Everyone they knew seemed to accept their marriage as natural and inevitable。
To some people their first year together might have seemed difficult。 To John and Elizabeth it had been a gloriously happy time。 The previous year Elizabeth had gone to night secretarial' school。 And in Indianapolis； where John was at college； she had worked as a stenographer and supported them both。
That was the year they had discussed seriously the question of John's future…whether he should aim high and try for medical school or settle for the shorter course of a medical technologist。 Elizabeth had favored medical school。 Though it would mean several more years before John began earning； she had been willing to continue working。 But John was less sure。 For as long as he could remember he had wanted to enter medicine； and his college grades were good； but he was impatient to contribute something to their marriage。 Then they had discovered that Elizabeth was pregnant and； for John； it was the deciding factor。 Over his wife's protests he had enrolled in medical…technology school and they had moved to Chicago。
There they had had their baby and had called her Pamela。 Four weeks later the child had died of bronchitis； and for a while all of Elizabeth's world seemed to have fallen in about her。 For all her stability and mon sense； she had gone to pieces and had ceased to care。 John had
