ah.thefinaldiagnosis-第72节
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None of the events of the past few days had changed in the slightest degree Dr。 Pearson's culpability in the death of the Alexander baby。 Whatever his responsibility a week ago； it still remained the same。 Nor had Coleman revised his own opinion that pathology at Three Counties was an administrative mess； bogged down by outdated concepts and handicapped by antiquated methods and equipment which should have been shaken loose long since。
And yet； uneasily over the past four days； David Coleman had found his feelings toward Pearson changing and moderating。 Why？ A week ago he had looked on Pearson as a near…senile inpetent； clinging to power beyond his time。 Since then nothing tangible had happened to change that conviction。 What reason was there； then； for his own uneasiness about it now？
It was true； of course； that the old man had handled the typhoid outbreak and its aftermath with a decision and petence that was perhaps a good deal better than Coleman could have managed himself。 But was that so surprising？ After all； experience counted for something； and the situation being what it was； it was understandable that Pearson should want to rise to it well。
But it was his own total view of Pearson that was less clear…cut； less firm。 A week ago he had classified the old pathologist…whatever his achievements of the past…among the intellectual 〃havenots。〃 Now David Coleman was no longer sure。 He suspected that in time to e he would be unsure about a good deal more。
The sleeplessness had brought him early to the hospital； and it was a little after 8 A。M。 when he entered the pathology office。 Roger McNeil； the resident； was at Pearson's desk。
〃Good morning；〃 McNeil said。 〃You're the first。 I guess the others are sleeping in。〃
David Coleman asked； 〃Did we get very far behind…with other work？〃
〃It isn't too bad；〃 McNeil said。 〃There's quite a bit of non…urgent stuff； but I kept pace with all the rest。〃 He added； 〃Seddons helped a lot。 I've told him he should stick with pathology instead of going back to surgery。〃
Another thought had been troubling Coleman。 He asked the resident； 〃That student nurse…the one who had the amputation。 Has the leg been dissected yet？〃 He was remembering that this was the diagnosis on which Pearson and himself had differed。
〃No。〃 McNeil selected a case file from several on the desk。 〃Vivian Loburton；〃 he read out； 〃that's the girl's name。 It wasn't urgent； so I left it。 The leg is still in the refrigerator。 Do you want to do it yourself？〃
〃Yes；〃 Coleman said。 〃I think I will。〃
He took the file and went to the autopsy…room annex。 From the morgue refrigerator he obtained the leg and began to remove the gauze wrappings。 Exposed； the flesh was cold and white； the blood coagulated where the limb had been severed halfway up the thigh。 He felt for the area of tumor and encountered it at once…a hard lumpish mass on the medial side； just below the knee。 Taking a knife； he cut down deeply； his interest mounting at what he saw。
The manservant took Kent O'Donnell's topcoat and hat； hanging them in a closet of the gloomy； lofty hallway。 Looking about him； O'Donnell wondered why anyone…wealthy or not…would choose to live in such surroundings。 Then he reflected that perhaps to someone like Eustace Swayne the gaunt spaciousness； the beamed and paneled opulence； the walls of cold chiseled stone； conveyed a feudal sense of power； linked through history to older days and places。 O'Donnell speculated on what would happen to this house when the old man died。 More than likely it would bee a museum or an art gallery or perhaps merely stand empty and decay as so many of these places had。 The notion that someone else would take it as a home seemed inconceivable。 This was a place which； logic said； should close its doors at five until next morning。 Then he remembered that within these austere walls Denise must have spent her childhood。 He wondered if she had been happy here。
〃Mr。 Swayne is a little tired today； sir；〃 the manservant said。 〃He asked if you would mind if he received you in his bedroom。〃
〃I don't mind；〃 O'Donnell said。 It occurred to him that perhaps the bedroom might be an appropriate place for what he had to say。 If Eustace Swayne had apoplexy as a result； at least there would be a handy place to lie him down。 He followed the manservant up the wide； curved stairway； then down a corridor； their footsteps silenced by deep broadloom。 At a heavy； studded door the man tapped lightly and lifted a wrought…iron latch。 He ushered O'Donnell into the spacious room beyond。
At first O'Donnell failed to see Eustace Swayne。 Instead his eyes were caught by a massive fireplace framing a roaring log fire。 The heat from the fire was like an impact； the room almost unbearably hot on the already mild late…August morning。 Then he saw Swayne； propped up by pillows in a huge four…poster bed； a monogrammed robe draped around his shoulders。 As he approached O'Donnell noticed with shock how frail the old man had bee since their last meeting…the night of the dinner with Orden Brown and Denise。
〃Thank you for ing；〃 Swayne said。 His voice； too； was weaker than before。 He motioned his visitor to a chair beside the bed。
As he seated himself O'Donnell said； 〃I heard you wanted to see me。〃 In his own mind he was already revising some of the forthright statements which earlier he had planned to make。 Nothing would change his own stand； of course； concerning Joe Pearson； but at least he could be gentle。 O'Donnell had no wish now to tangle with this ailing old man； any contest between them would be too uneven。
〃Joe Pearson has been to see me；〃 Swayne said。 〃Three days ago； I think it was。〃
So that was where Pearson had been those missing hours when they were trying to locate him。 〃Yes；〃 O'Donnell answered； 〃I imagined he would。〃
〃He told me that he's leaving the hospital。〃 The old man's voice sounded weary； there was no hint so far of the denunciation of O'Donnell which the chief of surgery had expected。
Curious about what was ing next； he answered； 〃Yes； that's true。〃
The old man was silent。 Then he said； 〃I suppose there are some things no one can control。〃 There was a trace of bitterness now。 Or was it resignation？ It was hard to be sure。
〃I think there are；〃 O'Donnell answered gently。
〃When Joe Pearson came to see me；〃 Eustace Swayne said； 〃he made two requests。 The first was that my donation to the hospital building fund should have no stipulations attached。 I have agreed。〃
There was a pause； O'Donnell silent； as the significance of the words sank in。 The old man went on； 〃The second request was a personal one。 You have an employee at the hospital…his name is Alexander； I believe。〃
〃Yes；〃 O'Donnell said wonderingly。 〃John Alexander…he's a laboratory technologist。〃
〃They lost a child？〃
O'Donnell nodded。
〃Joe Pearson asked that I pay the boy's way through medical school。 I can do it； of course…quite easily。 Money at least has a few remaining uses。〃 Swayne reached for a thick manila envelope which had been lying on the quilt。 〃I have already instructed my lawyers。 There will be a fund…enough to take care of fees and for him and his wife to live fortably。 Afterward； if he chooses to specialize； there will be money for that too。〃 The old man paused； as if tired by speaking。 Then he continued； 〃What I have in mind now is something more permanent。 Later there will be others…I suppose equally deserving。 I would like the fund to continue and to be administered by the Three Counties' medical board。 I shall insist on only one condition。〃
Eustace Swayne looked squarely at O'Donnell。 He said defiantly； 〃The fund will be named the Joseph Pearson Medical Endowment。 Do you object？〃
Moved and ashamed； O'Donnell answered； 〃Sir； far from objecting； in my opinion it will be one of the finest things you have ever done。〃
〃Please tell me the truth； Mike；〃 Vivian said。 〃I want to know。〃
They faced each other…Vivian in the hospital bed； Mike Seddons standing； apprehensively； beside it。
It was their first meeting following their time apart。 Last night； after cancellation of Vivian's transfer order； she had tried a second time to reach Mike by telephone； but without success。 This morning he had e； without her calling； as they had arranged six days ago。 Now her eyes searched his face； fear nudging her； instinct telling what her mind refused to know。
〃Vivian；〃 Mike said； and she could see him trembling； 〃I've got to talk to you。〃
There was no answer； only Vivian's steady gaze meeting his own。 His lips were dry； he moistened them with his tongue。 He knew that his face was flushed； felt his heart pounding。 His instinct was to turn and run。 Instead he stood； hesitating； groping for words which refused to e。
〃I think I know what you want to say； Mike。〃 Vivian's voice was flat； it seemed drained of emotion。 〃You don't want to marry me。 I'd be a burden to you…now； like this。〃
〃Oh； Vivian darling〃
〃Don't； Mike！〃 she said。 〃Please don't！〃
He said urgently； imploringly； 〃Please listen to me； Vivian…hear me out！ It isn't that simple 。 。 。〃 Again his speech faltered。
For three days he had sought the right words and phrases to meet this moment； yet knowing whatever form they
