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Updated: May 27, 2025
He reached under his counter and pulled out a bottle, labelled in the local language, and poured out five glasses. "To your continued good health, gentlemen, and I sincerely hope I can return your cremation deposits though of course, many previous contestants, grateful to be alive, have contributed the amounts to the Interne's Benefit Association." Thane and the others picked up their glasses.
"But it is not to get out. There may be rumours starting from this interne's remark and supported by your avowed doctrines, but we must combine to suppress them. The newspapers cannot print a line without our authority, and they'll never get it. They will not dare to print a rumour that cannot be substantiated. I spoke of George a moment ago for a very good reason. I am afraid of him.
As he turned he caught the interne's eye, and there passed between them a glance of complete comprehension. The interne grinned. The room was not empty. His brother was there, listening to the comments of O'Hara, his friendly rival. "Good work, boy!" said O'Hara, and clapped a hairy hand on his shoulder. "That last case was a wonder. I'm proud of you, and your brother here is indecently exalted.
"Oh you know these Administrative people," the interne said depreciatingly. "One mustn't mind them. They're necessary nuisances." He eyed Kennon curiously. "How is it that you didn't stand on your professional rights?" "I have my reasons but they have nothing to do with medicine." "Oh I see. Ethical." The interne's voice was faintly sarcastic. "Manners, Doctor manners."
The jury that had listened with ill-concealed envy to the recital of the amorous interne's promiscuous exploits, listened to Hazlitt and experienced suddenly a fine rage against the deceased. Out of the young attorney's florid utterings a question fired itself into the minds of the jurors. The deceased had done what they all desired to do, but dared not.
God's fool he was, indeed, for he liked to look in the interne's eyes, and did not know an interne cannot marry for years and years, and that a probationer must not upset discipline by being engaged.
Some instinct of despair had seized him for its own some conception, perhaps, of what life would never mean to him. Before it, the interne's wrath gave way to impotency. "Cold beer!" said the parrot wickedly. The Avenue Girl improved slowly. Morning and evening came the Dummy and smiled down at her, with reverence in his eyes. She could smile back now and sometimes she spoke to him.
"Come in," the Port Captain said, breaking off in mid-tirade. The change in his manner was so abrupt that Kennon couldn't help smiling. A young blond man in an interne's gray uniform entered the room. "Yes, Doctor," the Port Captain said. "What can I do for you?" "Do you have a Jac Kennon here? Dr. Jac Kennon?" "Did you say doctor?" the Port Captain said in a half-strangled voice.
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