Barry subsided into his chair. He sighed. "Sat.u.r.day?"
"Come on, Barry," O"Reilly said, handing along a full plate of soup and starting to fill his own. "It"ll be here in no time."
"I suppose." Barry took his first mouthful of soup.
"And there"ll be plenty for us to do in the meanwhile to keep your mind occupied."
"And that"s a good thing, sir," Kinky said seriously. "The divil finds work for idle hands, so."
"Well, by G.o.d, Kinky, he"s not found much for yours. This soup is magnificent." O"Reilly made a point of smacking his lips noisily and was gratified to see her smile.
"Delicious," said Barry, even though he still looked pretty crestfallen. The boy was missing his girl, and O"Reilly thought of some lines of A. E. Housman"s. "The heart out of the bosom . . . is sold for endless rue."
Kinky bobbed her head. "It"s my mother"s recipe, so." She ladled the last of the soup into O"Reilly"s plate. "Now enjoy you that, sir, and I"ll go and get the bacon-and-egg pie."
O"Reilly finished his soup and looked out the window. The sky over the church steeple was that metallic blue that only comes on crisp, frosty days. He decided he needed to get some fresh air. He"d been cooped up too long, and Barry wasn"t going to be very busy this afternoon. "You know," he said, looking straight at Barry, "Kinky"s right about the devil and idle hands so I"ve a notion."
"About what?"
"I"d like to come with you on your visits this afternoon, then pop into the parish hall and see how the preparations for the pageant are coming on, give Arthur his run and-"
"Pop into the Duck on our way home." Barry laughed.
"How did you know that?" O"Reilly didn"t really need an answer. He knew Barry was beginning to understand his habits, just as he was beginning to understand Barry"s.
"And if you"ll be doing all that gallivanting about," said Kinky, setting on the table a large bacon-and-egg pie, the pastry crust glazed and brown, "you"ll be needing your strength, Doctors dear, so eat up."
My Poor Fool Is Hanged.
It had been some time since Barry had been chauffeured by O"Reilly in his long-bonnetted Rover, but even blindfolded he"d know he was in the old car by its unique attar of pipe tobacco smoke and tincture of damp dog. Arthur was fast asleep in the back.
O"Reilly, while driving through the village, had been stopped at the traffic light and had not been able to accelerate before the turn-off to the housing estate. He had been forced to keep his speed down to a reasonable thirty miles per hour. Barry was not one bit heartbroken that their progress had been stately this afternoon as opposed to O"Reilly"s usual motorized version of the Charge of the Light Brigade.
They parked in Comber Gardens outside Eileen"s house.
Maggie MacCorkle answered the door. She smiled her toothless smile. "h.e.l.lo there, Doctors dear. You"re better, Doctor O"Reilly, I see."
"Much better, thanks, Maggie."
"Come in. I"ve the wee lad teed up on the sofa in the front parlour. There"s a fire lit for him, so there is."
Barry noticed she was wearing a brown knitted toque with a sprig of holly stuck into the weave. Maggie wouldn"t be Maggie if she wasn"t wearing a hat with some floral adornment. He thought it looked like an unlit Christmas pudding. "How is he, Maggie?" he asked, as she closed the front door behind the two doctors.
"Sammy?" She frowned. "He"s a bit better, I think. He ate up his lunch all right." She frowned. "But he didn"t finish a piece of my plum cake."
Barry hid his smile. "What ails him does cut down the appet.i.te. He"s probably a bit bored too."
"I"ve been keeping him amused, so I have, Doctor, but he"s still a wee bit peely-wally, if you know what I mean."
Barry did. It was an expression borrowed from the Scots that meant "under the weather." "It"s to be expected," he said. He followed Maggie along the hall and was himself followed by O"Reilly. After all, Sammy was Barry"s patient, and the medical niceties should be observed, with O"Reilly staying well in the background-unless his opinion was asked for.
Maggie waited in the hall, as Barry knew she would. She wasn"t direct family, and convention excluded her from the examination even if she was acting in loco parentis.
The front parlour was toasty warm, and coals burnt merrily in the grate. Barry surmised that as Eileen was now working again, the restrictions on lighting the fire had been removed. Sammy lay on a sofa underneath a tartan rug, his head supported on two pillows. He looked up from a comic book he was reading. "h.e.l.lo, Doctor Laverty," he said, before returning to the comics.
"Is that the Beano?" Barry asked. "Does it still have Dennis the Menace and Lord Snooty in it?"
"Aye," said Sammy, showing a little more interest. "How do you know that?"
"I used to get it every week when I was your age."
"Right enough?" From the look on the boy"s face, his doctor"s knowledge of comic-book characters had made an impression. He offered the comic to Barry and pointed at an open page. "This fellah Billy Whiz"s new this year."
Barry took the comic, smiled at the colourfully drawn character, and returned the thin magazine to its owner. "Thanks, Sammy. How are you today?"
"Them b.u.mps is different looking, so they are, and my knees and ankles are a bit better."
"No tummy pains?" Barry was pretty sure he already knew the answer, but he wanted to be certain. Patients with Henoch-Schonlein purpura could develop abdominal pain accompanied by pa.s.sing blood in their faeces. The pain was usually violent, and in Sammy"s case it would have certainly forced his mother or Maggie to summon the doctor at once.
"Nah." He shook his head. "I"ve to be better for Christmas, so I have."
Barry sat on the side of the settee. "Can I take a wee gander at your rash?"
"Aye, certainly." He threw back the blanket and, remembering Barry"s last visit, pulled his pyjama pants down and rolled over onto his tummy. "I"m not like a seed potato no more."
Barry saw at once that the swelling of Sammy"s knees and ankles was subsiding and the raised urticarial blemishes, now flush with the skin, had taken on the cla.s.sical purplish colour. "Pull up your pants, son," he said. Barry glanced at O"Reilly, who was standing quietly beside them. "What do you reckon, Fingal?"
"You"re spot on, Barry. That"s porphura all right."
"Pardon?"
"It"s the Greek root for "purple." Purpura to you."
"I"m glad you agree." And in truth Barry was. He"d been pretty confident in his diagnosis, but it was nice to have it confirmed by his senior colleague. He turned back to the child. "You"re on the mend, Sammy."
"Great." He smiled shyly. "I think it"s Mrs. Houston is doing it."
Mrs. Houston? It took Barry a moment to remember that Maggie, who had been Miss MacCorkle when he"d come here, was now Mrs. Sonny Houston. Silly of him. He told Maggie to come in, and then he asked Sammy, "And how"s she doing that?"
"Go on, Mrs. Houston," Sammy urged, "show the doctors."
Barry saw Maggie blush. "I will not, so I won"t."
"Och, go on," Sammy insisted.
"Youse doctors don"t mind?"
Barry, who hadn"t the faintest idea what they were talking about, shook his head. "Pay me no heed," he said.
O"Reilly shrugged and winked at Barry. Perhaps, Barry thought, O"Reilly had seen before whatever it was Maggie was going to do.
"Wait "til you see this, Doctor Laverty," Sammy said, grinning widely.
Maggie went and stood in the doorway, raised her hands, grasped the edge of the upper door frame, grunted mightily, and somehow managed to hoist her body through one hundred and eighty degrees.
Barry stared, openmouthed. He heard Sammy clapping his hands and O"Reilly muttering, "Sweet mother of Jesus."
Maggie, now fully inverted, locked the heels of her shoes on the door frame and removed her hands so she hung by her heels alone. Her voluminous black skirt hung down over her head so she looked to Barry like a huge, oddly shaped bat, a bat wearing ankle-length white bloomers that must have been handed down from Maggie"s granny.
"Maggie, come down out of that at once. You"ll kill yourself," O"Reilly bellowed.
Maggie executed a forward somersault, landed nimbly on her feet, bent her knees for a moment, and then stood as erectly as a dismounting gymnast.
"Yay, Maggie," an excited Sammy called. "That was cracker, so it was."
Barry shook his head and smiled.
"BeG.o.d," O"Reilly remarked, "will wonders never cease? Where in the name of the wee man did you learn to do that, Maggie?"
She smoothed her skirt and said, a little breathlessly, "You mind at the wedding Sonny let it out I was a springboard diver when I was a girl?"
"Yes," Barry said, "I do."
"Well, our trainer was very progressive for his day. He made us do gymnastics to keep us supple. Would youse like to see me do the splits?"
"I think," said O"Reilly, "we"ve had enough excitement for one day." He turned to Barry and winked slowly. "Doctor Laverty, do you think this could account for Maggie"s headaches?"
Barry vividly remembered his first consultation with Maggie, when she had complained of headaches, headaches two inches above the crown of her head. Now he did his best to keep a straight face. "No question of it, Doctor O"Reilly."
"Away off and chase yourselves, Doctors," Maggie said. "Doing that there never done me one pick of harm in my entire life."
Sammy chipped in eagerly, "And she"s going to teach me how to do it as soon as I"m better."
"Is she?" said Barry with a sigh, wondering how easy it would be to set a broken neck when Sammy fell, as he almost certainly would. "It"ll be something to look forward to. Anyway," he said, as he stood up. "I think you"re on the mend, Sammy. You might even be better for Christmas Day." He turned to Fingal. "What do you think, Doctor O"Reilly?"
"You"ll be at the Rugby Club Christmas party, I"d bet on it, and you"ll see Santa there."
Sammy grinned a big grin. "Aye. And he"ll be coming here too. I fixed it. You remember I told you I would, Doctor Laverty?"
Barry vaguely recollected that Sammy had proudly told him he and his brother and sister had a scheme to help out Santa this year. Probably now that Eileen was back at work, she was adding more to her Christmas savings. The tea caddy with the ten-shilling notes was still in its place on the mantel.
He tousled Sammy"s hair. "Good lad," he said, then turned to Maggie. "We"ll be off. We"ve to call with Kieran and Ethel."
"You run along, Doctors," Maggie said, "but if you need me . . . I"ll be hanging around in here." She threw back her head, opened her toothless mouth, and cackled. Her eyes screwed shut, her shoulders shook, and finally she managed to say, "Hanging around. Oh, dear. Boys-a-boys, that"s a good one, so it is. Wait "til I tell Sonny. He"ll crack himself, so he will."
She was still chuckling as Barry followed O"Reilly out onto the street for the short walk to the O"Hagans" house. They were almost there when they met Eileen Lindsay hurrying in the opposite direction.
She stopped when she saw them. "Good afternoon," she said. "Is Sammy all right?" Barry heard the concern in her voice.
"Much better," Barry said. "Much better."
"Thank G.o.d for that."
"You"re home early," O"Reilly said.
"Aye. The managers shut the mill down for the day to do some maintenance to the looms. I"ll not be sorry to get home early. Then Mrs. Houston can get home to her husband." Barry had to strain to hear her mutter under her breath, "We should all be lucky enough to have one." She raised her voice and continued, "She"s been a G.o.dsend, so she has. Thank you, Doctor Laverty. Thank you very much."
"You thank Maggie, not me," Barry said, warmed inside even though the day was chilly. "Go on home now, Eileen."
He watched Eileen continue along the street at the same quick pace, a woman who always seemed to be short of time. It was an understandable condition for a single woman with three children, and Barry felt a pang of sympathy. "Come on, Fingal. Let"s get that last call made."
It only took a short while to reach the O"Hagans" home, where Barry changed Kieran"s dressing. The old nail was beginning to separate and would soon fall off. Barry rea.s.sured Kieran and Ethel, asked Kieran to drop into the surgery early the next week, and then nodded to O"Reilly to indicate they should leave.
They walked in companionable silence along the narrow street to where the Rover waited. Barry was looking forward to a leisurely drive to the parish hall, a walk on the dunes with Arthur, and then a pint at the Mucky Duck.
The sight of Maggie, coatless in the frigid air, running down the street toward them, didn"t make sense at first. She was waving her arms and yelling, "Doctors! Doctors! Come quick! For G.o.d"s sake, come quick."
Her cries could only mean one thing. Sammy. The Henoch-Schonlein purpura must be showing its sinister side. Barry broke into a run with O"Reilly hard on his heels. d.a.m.n. The little fellow had looked so well only half an hour ago. If he was bleeding into his gut, he"d need a subcutaneous injection of adrenaline and oral antihistamines while an ambulance was summoned to take him to the Children"s Hospital. "Is Sammy okay? Is he in pain?" he yelled, as he came up on Maggie. She now stood bent double with her hands on her knees.
"No . . . no," she gasped and hauled in a deep breath. "It"s not Sammy. It"s Eileen."
There"s No Smoke without Fire.
Barry charged in through the open front door, vaguely aware of O"Reilly following. The scene before him seemed to be frozen in time. Eileen stood beside the fire half turned, so he saw her in profile. Her head drooped. Tears streaked her cheeks. She held a ten-shilling note in one hand; the other clutched the Princess Elizabeth tea caddy. Its lid hung open, and Barry could see that it was empty.
Sammy was sitting up on his sofa. His arms were wrapped around his bent knees, and he stared wide-eyed at the caddy held in his mother"s hand. His comic lay on the floor along with the tartan rug.
At least Eileen wasn"t lying on the floor with the comic and the rug, Barry thought with a great sense of relief.
O"Reilly arrived. "What"s up?" he asked.
"Dunno yet," Barry said.
Eileen moved nearer to Barry and handed him the caddy. "It"s gone," she said, her voice tiny and cracking. "All of it. I was going to put this ten bob in, but look . . ."
Barry wished he could miraculously make the money reappear.