the concrete landing as he stepped back from the door.
He sat on the steps for a minute. So much for Noyce's theory.
Teddy was now, beyond any doubt, completely alone. Locked in, yes. But unwatched as far as he could tell.
He walked around to the back of the hospital and his chest filled when he saw an orderly sitting on the back landing, smoking a cigarette. Teddy approached, and the kid, a slim, rangy black kid, looked up at him. Teddy pulled a cigarette from his pocket and said, "Got a light?"
"Sure do."
Teddy leaned in as the kid lit his cigarette, smiled his thanks as he leaned back and remembered what the woman had told him about smoking their cigarettes, and he let the smoke flow slowly out of his mouth without inhaling.
"How you doing tonight?" he said.
"All right, sir. You?"
"I'm okay. Where is everyone?"
The kid jerked his thumb behind him. "In there. Some big meeting.
Don't know about what."
"All the doctors and nurses?"
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The kid nodded. "Some of the patients too. Most of us orderlies. I got stuck with this here door 'cause the latch don't work real good. Otherwise, though, yeah. Everyone in there."
Teddy took another cigar puff off his cigarette, hoped the kid didn't notice. He wondered if he should just bluff his way up the stairs, hope the kid took him for another orderly, one from Ward C maybe.
Then he saw through the window behind the kid that the hallway was filling and people were heading for the front door.
He thanked the kid for the light and walked around out front, was met with a crowd of people milling there, talking, lighting cigarettes. He saw Nurse Marino say something to Trey Washington, put her hand on his shoulder as she did, and Trey threw back his head and laughed.
Teddy started to walk over to them when Cawley called to him from the stairs. "Marshal!"
Teddy turned and Cawley came down the stairs toward him, touched Teddy's dbow, and began walking toward the wall. "Where've you been?" Cawley said.
"Wandering. Looking at your island."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Find anything amusing?"
"Rats."
"Well, sure, we have plenty of those."
"How's the roof repair coming?" Teddy said.
Cawley sighed. "I have buckets all over my house catching water. The attic is done, wrecked. So's the floor in the guest bedroom. My wife's going to be beside herself. Her wedding gown was in that attic." "Where is your wife?" Teddy said.
"Boston," Cawley said. "We keep an apartment there. She and the kids needed a break from this place, so they took a week's vacation. It gets to you sometimes."
"I've been here three days, Doctor, and it gets to me."
Cawley nodded with a soft smile. "But you'll be going."
"Going?"
"Home, Marshal. Now that Rachd's been found. The ferry usually gets here around eleven in the morning. Have you back in Boston by noon, I'd expect."
"Won't that be nice."
"Yes, won't it?" Cawley ran a hand over his head. "I don't mind telling you, Marshal, and meaning no offense - " "Oh, here we go again."
Cawley held up a hand. "No, no. No personal opinions regarding your emotional state. No, I was about to say that your presence here has had an agitating effect on a lot of the patients. You know - Johnny Law's in town. That made several of them a bit tense." "Sorry about that."
"Not your fault. It was what you represent, not you personally."
"Oh, well, that makes it all okay, then."
Cawley leaned against the wall, propped a foot there, looking as tired as Teddy felt in his wrinkled lab coat and loosened tie. "There was a rumor going around Ward C this afternoon that an unidentified man in orderly's clothes was on the main floor." "Realty?"
Cawley looked at him. "Really."
"How about that."
Cawley picked at some lint on his tie, flicked it off his fingers. "Said stranger apparently had some experience subduing dangerous men."
"You don't say."
"Oh, I do. I do."
"What else did Said Stranger get up to?"
"Well." Cawley stretched his shoulders back and removed his lab coat, draped it over his arm, "I'm glad you're interested." "Hey, nothing like a little rumor, a little gossip."
"I agree. Said Stranger allegedly - and I can't confirm this, mind you - had a long conversation with a known paranoid schizophrenic named George Noyce."
"Hmm," Teddy said.
"Indeed."
"Noyce," Cawley said.
"Noyce," Teddy repeated. "Yeah, that guy - he's delusional, huh?" "To the extreme," Cawley said. "He spins his yarns and his tall tales and he gets everyone agitated - " "There's that word again."
"I'm