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as though they were corpses already. But the civilian doctors from Blackfriars took no notice of him at all. It was most frustrating. The senior ones made clear that the possessors of Fellowships from the grand Royal Colleges could hardly be bossed by a mere Licentiate of the less exacting Society of Apothecaries.
    The younger ones defaced his signed notices, often quite obscenely, predictably named him ‘The Haemorrhoid’, and made up rude songs about him which they sang outside his office window. And Trevose he found more maddening than the rest put together.
    ‘If I may say so, your wards give me a great deal of unnecessary trouble,’ he continued warmly to Graham. ‘You make absolutely no attempt to maintain proper discipline in this annex. Why, you’re actually mixing officers with other ranks! ’
    ‘Surely this is hardly the moment to insist on the niceties of military etiquette, Captain Pile?’
    ‘But it is against regulations ! What have you done with those board partitions? I had them sent specially to divide up the wards, officers one side, men the other.’
    ‘I’m keeping them handy. They’ll be essential if we get anyone from the women’s Services. Though I suppose it would be all right bedding them down among the men, as long as the ladies weren’t officers?’
    Captain Pile decided to ignore the question. You could never be quite sure with a man like Trevose if he were being serious. ‘And what about all this ice-cream? I gather you’re getting it from some merchant in Maiden Cross. I must insist the practice stops forthwith. You must know it’s quite out of order for anyone except the catering officer to have foodstuffs sent to the hospital?’ Burned men lose protein from the raw surface of their bodies, and Graham had discovered sadly with his own palate that the Smithers Botham diet was miserably mean in such a costly essential. The dishes consisted mostly of porridge, stew, and rice pudding, which, being boiled in the same vats, had interchangeable tastes. Though like an old-fashioned Christmas pudding they occasionally offered keepsakes, a dirty bandage, a broken tooth, once even a well-worn rubber heel. Graham supposed that none of the original inmates was expected to notice what he ate, anyway. During the hot summer he had hit on the idea of ice-cream, telling the manufacturer to cram in as many protein-rich eggs as he could find. But all this seemed too complicated to explain to Captain Pile.
    ‘I eat it all myself,’ he said. ‘Incidentally, I pay for it from my own pocket.’
    ‘But you buy churns of the stuff! ’
    ‘I happen to be particularly fond of ice-cream.’
    Captain Pile looked baffled. Trevose was an eccentric, quite off his head. ‘Furthermore,’ Pile recalled, ‘you sent six shirts to the hospital laundry last week. The maximum permitted number is three.’
    ‘Good God,’ muttered Graham.
    When Bluey arrived at the annex he had no idea what might be in store for him. He had no imagination at all. It was an essential ingredient of his limitless courage. The Ministry of Information, hungry for heroes, had trumpeted him as the Australian ‘ace’, printing his photograph and his number of enemy kills in the newspapers. He was a rewarding subject, tall, good-looking with dark wavy hair, unmarried, a sportsman splendid at cricket, swimming, and tennis. But a hero has no more likelihood of being pleasant than lesser men. Bluey was pushful, overbearing, and vain, as malicious behind the backs of his superiors as into the faces of anyone unlucky enough to be set below him. Since puberty he had seduced as many girls as he could lay hands on, regarding them all as the fortunate recipients of his passing favour. In the air, he would risk his neck for anyone. On the ground he would lift a finger only for himself. No one in the squadron had much time for Bluey.
    ‘Good morning, Flight-Lieutenant Jardine.’ A young nurse with a mature air, holding a board with a clip of