"Is there any reason that couldn't be done here? Is there anything else?"
"Well, for one thing, where are you going to get the quinine?
And who would take care of him?"
"Nobody's listening to me," Moore said. "I'm all right."
"Major, why don't you take the Lieutenant to the hospital and see that they give her whatever she needs? Maybe you better get a doctor over here to look at him." Dillon considered that a moment and then nodded.
"You'd better bring a nurse, too," Joanne Miller said.
"We already have two nurses," McCoy said.
She looked at him and decided he was perfectly serious.
"I'm on a seventy-two-hour pass. I can't stay here."
"You've just been placed on temporary duty," McCoy said.
"On whose authority?"
"It can be arranged," Dillon said. "Would you mind coming with me, Lieutenant?"
"I see this," Lieutenant John Marston Moore announced, as the beginning of a great romance."
"You're a damned fool, you know that?" Joanne said, but when she stood up and looked down at him and saw him smiling, she found herself unable not to smile back.
"Getting back to business," Pluto said, the moment the door had closed after Joanne and Dillon. "There has to be something. Maybe a place. Where did you meet? Under what circumstances? Did you ever"-he hesitated, and then went on-"go to a hotel or something."
Barbara Cotter smiled, and Pluto thought he saw a suggestion of a blush.
"What was the name of the hotel? Did anything special happen there?"
"The first time I met Joe," Barbara said, half uncomfortably, half amused, "he was sent to me for a blood test. For syphilis: Hell of a way to start a romance, isn't it?" She looked at Pluto.
"Is this the sort of thing you want?"
"I think maybe," Pluto said. "Tell me about it."
Chapter Fourteen
[One]
WATER LILY COTTAGE
MANCHESTER AVENUE
BRISBANE, AUSTRALIA
1730 HOURS 30 SEPTEMBER 1942
Major Jake Dillon returned from the local military hospital with everything necessary to treat a malaria patient, including a doctor. The only thing he didn't have with him was, a hospital bed.
"I appreciate your coming over here, Sir," Major Banning greeted the doctor, a Lieutenant Colonel.
The doctor's bearing, haircut, and ribbon-laden tunic told Lieutenant (J.G.) Joanne Miller, NNC, that he had not been recently commissioned into military service from civilian life.
The doctor grunted at Banning and walked to the couch where Second Lieutenant John Marston Moore, USMCR, was resting.
"How do you feel, son?"
"I feel fine, Doctor," Moore said.
Bullshit," the Colonel said. His ready use of the word confirmed Joanne's guess that this physician's patients over the years had not been in a position to complain about his bedside manner.
He examined Moore quickly but carefully.
"When did you stop taking Atabrine?"
Moore thought a moment. "About six days ago, Sir."
"Why? Did you really think they were giving it to you just so they could watch you turn yellow?"
"It was... inconvenient... for me to get more, Sir."
"Yeah, well, you see where that led us. It was inconvenient for me to come over here tonight, and it will be inconvenient to treat you here. You belong in a hospital."
"Colonel," Banning said, "did Major Dillon explain why that-"
"I've seen your orders, Major. I am suitably impressed. I said it would be inconvenient to treat him here, not that it couldn't be done."
"Yes, Sir," Banning said.
"So far as the malaria is concerned, the reason he relapsed is that he interrupted his Atabrine regimen. We put him back on Atabrine and he'll start feeling better by tomorrow morning. Now, what's wrong with your legs?"
"They're all right, Sir."
"Bullshit. You nearly jumped out of your skin when I touched them. Take your pants off."
When Moore hesitated, the Colonel said, "That wasn't a suggestion, Lieutenant. And these ladies are nurses, they've seen men with their pants off before."
Moore started to push his trousers down.
"I don't know that, come to think of it," the Colonel said. He looked at Joanne Miller. "You are an RN, right? Any specialty?"
"I'm a nurse-anesthesiologist, Doctor."