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to do it.

But I still spent a lot of time in my seventh-floor linen closet.

There were times, too, I'm sure, when my tomfool demeanor irked people. Like the night, in the eleventh month of my impersonation, when a nurse rushed up to the nursing station where I was writing my undecipherable comments on charts. "Dr. Williams! We've got a blue baby in 608! Come quickly." She was a new nurse, barely a month out of school. And I'd nipped her with one of my practical jokes. Her first night on duty I'd told her to "bring me a bucket of steam to the nursery. I want to sterilize the place." She'd eagerly rushed off to the boiler room, where a helpful intern had steered her.

Oddly enough, in the eleven months I'd posed as a doctor, I'd never heard the term "blue baby." I thought she was getting back at me.

"I'll be right along," I said, "but first I've got to check the green baby in 609." When I made no move, she rushed off, shouting for one of the interns. I stepped around the corner and consulted my medical dictionary. I learned a blue baby was one suffering from cyanosis, or lack of oxygen in the blood, usually due to a congenital heart defect. I took off for Room 608, and was relieved to find one of my interns had bailed me out again. He was adjusting a portable oxygen tent around the infant. "I've called his doctor. He's on his way. I'll handle it until he gets here, if it's all right with you, sir."

It was all right with me. The incident shook me. I realized I was playing a role that had reached its limits. I'd been lucky so far, but I suddenly knew some child could die as a result of my impersonation. I determined to seek out Colter and resign, and I determined not to be swayed by any entreaties.

He sought me out instead.

"Well, Frank, you can go back to being a playboy," he said cheerfully. "We've got a new resident supervisor. Got him from New York. He'll be here tomorrow."

I was relieved. I dropped around the next day to pick up my final paycheck and wasn't at all disappointed when I didn't meet my replacement. I was leaving the hospital when I encountered Jason, the elderly janitor on the midnight-to-eight shift.

"You're coming to work a little early, aren't you, Jason?" I asked.

"Workin' a double shift today, Doctor," said Jason.

"If you haven't heard, Jason, I won't be around anymore," I said. "They finally found a replacement."

"Yes, sir, I heard," said Jason. He looked at me quizzically. "Doctor, can I ask you somethin'?"

"Sure, Jason. Anything." I liked him. He was a nice old man.

He drew a deep breath. "Doctor, you never knowed it, but I always spent my relaxin' time up there on the seventh floor. And, Doctor, for nearly a year now I been seein' you go in a linen closet up there. You never go in with anythin', and you never come out with anythin'. I know you don't drink, and, Doctor, there ain't nothin' in that closet, nothin'! I done searched it a dozen times. Doctor, my curiosity's about to drive me to drink. Just what did you do in that linen closet, Doctor? I won't tell nobody, I swear!"

I laughed and hugged him. "Jason, I was contemplating my navel in that closet. That's all. I swear it."

But I know he never believed me. He's probably still inspecting that closet.
CHAPTER FIVE. A Law Degree Is Just An Illegal Tech
A week after I severed my connection with the hospital, my lease at Balmorhea came up for renewal and I decided to leave Atlanta. There was no compulsion for me to go; at least I felt none, but I thought it unwise to stay. The fox who keeps to one den is the easiest caught by the terriers, and I felt I had nested too long in one place. I knew I was still being hunted and I didn't want to make it easy for the hounds.

I later learned that my decision to leave Atlanta was an astute one. About the same time, in Washington, D.C., FBI Inspector Sean O'Riley was ordered to drop all his other cases and concentrate solely on nabbing me. O'Riley was a tall, dour man with the countenance of an Irish bishop and the tenacity of an Airedale, an outstanding agent dedicated to his job, but an eminently fair man in