Surgeon at Arms

in a Blenheim, which failed to take off properly for some reason or other. The pilot was burnt to a cinder. By the time that poor devil turned up here his head and neck had skin like an elephant’. You know what it was, don’t you? Congealed tannic acid. His hands were worse where he’d tried to pull his blazing clothes off. The fingers were drawn into the palms, webbed together, one black horrible mess. That’s his real tragedy. With time and luck I can give him a face which will pass without too much comment in a crowd. But he’ll probably never feed or wash himself again, even light his own cigarette. He’ll be dependent on someone for the rest of his life. An awful prospect for both parties.’
    Haileybury decided to be firm but patient. If the argument was to end in his favour, Trevose needed even more thoughtful handling than usual. ‘I can appreciate how you feel involved with these men, Trevose. But you must try and see our arrangements as a whole. The application of tannic acid as a first-aid measure to burns isn’t some shot in the dark. It’s been most carefully thought out. It is the official procedure. It is regulation treatment,' he emphasized.
    ‘Then it’s got to be changed. Do you know the first cases I had in here? A pair of naval ratings, picked up after an hour in the sea at Dunkirk. Both were badly burnt in the arms and legs. Both did splendidly. No tannic acid. Just salt solution like I’m using here. Nature’s own.’
    ‘Now you’re being fanciful.’ Haileybury started to sound irritated. ‘I’m certainly not going to let you rush all of us into something entirely new.’
    ‘Am I? Send me a lot more burns and make up your mind in six months. I’d like you to pull a few strings for me, by the way,’ Graham invited airily. ‘The unit’s got to be expanded. I shall have to squeeze a second operating table into the theatre somehow. Tudor Beverley can run that himself. He’s good enough. I’ll need more assistants. And we want more huts desperately. It’s like a slum in here.’
    ‘You might reduce your difficulties if you ceased scouring the countryside for extra patients,’ Haileybury told him bleakly.
    Graham gave a grin. ‘You heard about that, did you? It’s the Services’ own fault. It’s weeks before I see some of the cases. They go on a ghastly traipse all over the shop, rotting for weeks in hospitals in Scotland or Wales, miles away. Faulty organization, that’s the trouble. I’d like you to do something about that, too, please, and quickly.’
    Haileybury became angry despite himself. ‘Have you thought of making life easier for yourself and everyone else with some attempt to understand how Service administration works?’
    ‘The only administration I understand is the one which gets me my own way.’
    ‘No one’s yet signed for the extra beds shifted here, sir,’ interrupted Captain Pile, who was feeling out of it.
    ‘Oh, do be quiet, Captain!’ snapped Haileybury. ‘Listen, Trevose, I knew you’re an enthusiast. Often enough, I’ll admit, in a perfectly good cause. But you can’t expect the Services to make fundamental changes according to your whim of the moment. Please get that into your mind for a start.’
    ‘Do you imagine I haven’t thought about these problems just as carefully as you or anyone else? You must issue instructions banning tannic acid.’
    ‘Are you giving me orders?’
    ‘Yes.’
    Haileybury drew a breath. ‘You might have the courtesy to recognize my position, even if you don’t respect it.’
    ‘Why should I? It’s I who have to handle the patients. Anyway, I know far more about burns than you do.’
    ‘You would seem to have lost nothing of your high opinion of yourself.’
    ‘It’s a justifiable opinion,’ Graham told him offhandedly.
    ‘As far as I could make out before the war,’ Haileybury exclaimed, ‘your best skill was concentrated in your cock.’ He stopped, looking confused. He could not remember using the expression before. Trevose always seemed to bring out vulgarity in him.
    ‘Then do as you please,’ Graham said casually. ‘I’ll
    get the tannic acid banned by the R.A.F., at least. You know a Member of Parliament called Fergusson?’
    ‘I've heard of him,’ Haileybury admitted surlily.
    ‘He’s just collared a job in the Air Ministry. Have you met his wife Sally? Wonderful pair of tits. Guaranteed to stop the conversation at a party. Well, I made them. The couple are pathetically