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possible en route.

I used the toilet first. Then I used the stairs instead of the elevator. I knew my delay might be harmful to whomever needed a doctor, but it would be just as harmful if I rushed to the emergency ward. I wouldn't know what to do once I got there. Especially if the patient was bleeding.

This one wasn't, fortunately. It was a kid of about thirteen, white-faced, propped up on his elbows on the table and looking at the three interns grouped around him. The interns looked at me as I stopped inside the door.

"Well, what do we have here?" I asked.

"A simple fracture of the tibia, about five inches below the patella, it looks like," said the senior intern, Dr. Hollis Carter. "We were just getting ready to take some X rays. Unless we find something more severe, I'd say put him in a walking cast and send him home."

I looked at Carl Farnsworth and Sam Bice, the other two interns. "Dr. Farnsworth?" He nodded. "I concur, Doctor. It may not even be broken."

"How about you, Dr. Bice?"

"I think that's all we've got here, if that much," he said.

"Well, gentlemen, you don't seem to have much need of me. Carry on," I said and left. I learned later the kid had a broken shin bone, but at the time he could have needed eyeglasses for all I knew.

I had other emergency-ward calls in ensuing nights, and each time I let the interns handle the situation. I would go in, question one of them as to the nature of the illness or injury and then ask him how he would treat the patient. On being told, I'd confer with one or both of the other interns who were usually present. If he or they concurred, I'd nod authoritatively and say, "All right, Doctor. Have at it."

I didn't know how well my attitude set with the interns concerning such incidents, but I soon found out. They loved it. "They think you're great, Frank," said Brenda.

"Young Dr. Carter especially thinks you're terrific. I heard him telling some friends of his visiting from Macon how you let him get real practice, that you just come in, get his comments on the situation and let him proceed. He says you make him feel like a practicing doctor."

I smiled. "I'm just lazy," I replied.

But I realized after the first shift that I needed some help. I located a pocket dictionary of medical terms, and thereafter when I'd hear the interns or nurses mention a word or phrase, the meaning of which I didn't know, I'd slip upstairs to the unfinished seventh floor, go into one of the empty linen closets and look up the word or words. Sometimes I'd spend fifteen or twenty minutes in the closet just leafing through the dictionary.

On what I thought would be my last night in the guise of resident supervisor, Colter sought me out. "Frank, I know I've got no right to ask this, but I have to. Dr. Jessup isn't coming back. He's decided to stay and practice in California. Now, I'm pretty sure I can find a replacement within a couple of weeks, so could I presume on you to stay that long?" He waited, a pleading look on his face.

He caught me at the right time. I was in love with my role as doctor. I was enjoying it almost as much as my pretense of airline pilot. And it was much more relaxing. I hadn't written a bad check since assuming the pose of pediatrician. In fact, since taking the temporary position at Smithers, I hadn't even thought about passing any worthless paper. The hospital was paying me a $125-a-day "consultant's" fee, payable weekly.

I clapped Colter on the back. "Sure, John," I agreed. "Why not? I've got nothing else I'd rather do at the moment."

I was confident I could carry the scam for another two weeks, and I did, but then the two weeks became a month and the month became two months, and Colter still hadn't found a replacement for Jessup. Some of the confidence began to wane, and at times I was nagged by the thought that Colter, or some doctor on the staff, even Granger, maybe, might start checking into my medical credentials, especially if a sticky situation developed on my shift.

I maintained my cocky, to-hell-with-rules-and-regula-tions demeanor with the interns, nurses and others under my nominal command, and the midnight-to-eight shift staff continued to support me loyally. The nurses thought