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〃I'll find it。〃
She smiled and fielded another phone call。 Toad went to the bank of elevators and jabbed a button；
Wagner was in his early fifties； with thin； iron…gray hair and an air of nervous energy。 He seemed fit and agile in spite of the rather prominent tummy he sported。
〃You from the A…12 program？〃
〃Yessir。〃
〃Know why we asked you to e over？〃
〃Haven't the foggiest。〃
〃Put your coat and hat on this chair。 And do sit down。〃 Dr。 Wagner lifted a pile of files to make room； then quickly surveyed the office for an empty spot He placed the files on a corner of his desk； then took the remaining unoccupied seat。 The chair behind the desk already contained a heap of paper a foot thick。
Wagner glanced at Toad's uniform； then spoke。 〃Terrible weather。 Plays havoc with the street people。 Police and charities are scooping them up as fast as they can and bringing the ones in need of medical attention here。〃
Toad nodded politely； wondering what this had to do with the navy。
〃Got a case in last week during that terrible cold snap； those nights when it got down almost to zero。 Just terrible。〃 He shook his head。 〃Wreck of a man。 Had to amputate all his fingers and toes。 Did save the stump of one thumb。 He was dying of hypothermia； gangrene； and alcohol poisoning when the police found him。 And we had to amputate his ears； the tip of his nose； and a portion of his lower lip。 They were gangrenous when we got him； probably from damage during that storm at the end of January。〃
Seeing the look on Toad's face； the doctor added； 〃Amazingly enough； I think he's out of danger now。 His liver…well； usually these alcoholics have a liver the size and consistency of a football； but this one doesn't。 Damaged； of course； but not yet fatally so。〃
〃Amazing。〃
〃Yep。 Anyway； this man is； of course； incoherent most of the time； but he has lucid moments occasionally。 We thought you might be able to identify him。〃
Toad smiled his doubt； 〃We have our share of party animals in the navy； but we haven't misplaced any from our office lately。〃
〃No fingerprints to match； of course；〃 the doctor said。 〃No fingers。 No wallet； no ID； no jewelry； but he is somebody。 It's a long shot； I know。〃
〃Has he given a name？〃
〃No。 He keeps talking about a woman； probably a wife or daughter。 Judy。 Never gives her last name。 And this only during coherent moments。 There aren't all that many of those。〃
Toad Tarkington felt hot。 He tugged at his tie。
〃You must see quite a few of these folks；〃 he managed。
〃Yes。 Schizophrenics； most of them。 Mental illness plicated by alcoholism and drug addiction。 What say we go look？ You're busy and I don't want to keep you。 Not a chance in a thousand； I know。〃
Toad lurched to his feet and arranged his coat and hat on his hand。
〃How do you know；〃 he asked as they walked the corridor； 〃that these derelicts aren't criminals？〃
〃No doubt some of them are。 Petty thieves and whatnot。 But the prosecutors have bigger fish to fry。 And even if we found a man they wanted to prosecute； he'd probably be inpetent to stand trial。〃
〃I see。〃
〃We'd have to send them to St。 Elizabeth's for treatment and evaluation； hoping they could get well enough to understand the charges against them and assist in their defense。〃
〃Very civilized；〃 Toad said。
〃I detect a note of irony there。〃 The medical man paused at the fire door of a staircase with his hand on the knob。 〃Actually all these derelicts should be in an institution。 They are pletely incapable of looking after themselves。 The lawyers and judges…they are such asses。〃
〃What d'ya mean？〃
〃Unless someone is being held for trial； we must go to the courts and seek an involuntary mitment order。 We must prove the person we wish to mit is a danger to himself or others。 Assuming the judge agrees； we can hold the man for six months。 Then there is another hearing on precisely the same issue。 And a group of public…interest lawyers have dedicated themselves to representing these people for nothing。 The attorneys； all with the best of intentions； do their absolute damnedest to get these sick people out of the institutional setting and right back onto the streets； where they can drink and starve themselves to death。〃
〃What a great country；〃 Toad muttered。
The doctor opened the door and led the way down the stairs。 〃In America these days； freedom for those who are functionally disabled； incapable of keeping body and soul together； means the freedom to mit suicide with a bottle on a public sidewalk while the world walks around them。 The politicians ignore the problem： these people don't vote。 There is no problem； the lawyers say。 Vagrancy and alcoholism aren't crimes； the judges say。 Nothing can be done。〃
〃This man we're going to see…is he dangerous？〃
〃Only to himself。 And the lawyers and judges would disagree。〃
They were in a corridor now； proceeding past double swinging doors with little windows that opened onto wards。 Toad could see the patients in the beds； smell the disinfectant。 Nurses hustled by。 He could hear people moaning； and from somewhere a man roaring mon obscenities in a mindless chant； the mantra of the insane。
〃What will bee of him？〃
〃When the bandages e off？ Oh； we'll ship him over to St。 Elizabeth's and they'll try for an involuntary mitment； and who knows； they may get lucky。 But in six months； or a year； or a year and a half； the judge will turn him loose。 He'll drink himself to death in an alley。 Or die some winter night when the police are late ing by。〃
The doctor turned left and went through a door。
The patient was staring at a spot on the ceiling over the bed。 Both arms were bandaged to the elbows。 Lumps； bandages probably； under the covers where his feet were。
A chunk of his lower lip was missing。 The cavity had stitches at the bottom of it。 Bandages on both ears and nose； a strip of tape went pletely around his head to hold them in place。 He was secured to the bed by a cloth harness。
〃You have to get over here； where he will see you。 I think the alcohol has destroyed a lot of his peripheral vision。〃 The doctor led the hesitant lieutenant to where he wanted him； then waved his hand in front of the patient's eyes。
The eyes moved。 They traveled up the hand to the doctor's face。 Then they moved to Toad； focusing on the dark； navy…blue uniform。
The man in the bed tried to speak。
〃Take your time；〃 the doctor said。 〃Tell us who you are。〃
〃Uh。。。 uh。。。〃
〃What is your name？ Please tell us your name。〃
〃Uh。。。〃 He stared at the uniform； at the ribbons； at the wings； at the brass buttons； at the gold rings on the sleeves。 〃Judee。 Judee。〃 His gaze was fixated on the gleaming wings。
〃There he goes again；〃 the doctor said to Toad。 〃Sometimes he mumbles about A…12。 That could be an apartment； of course； but I remembered seeing all that stuff in the papers about the navy's new airplane； so I decided to call you。 A long shot。〃 The doctor sighed。 〃I do wish I knew who his Judy is。 Maybe a daughter who'd like to take care of him； or at least know where he is。 She's obviously someone he cares about。〃 His voice became brisk； business…like。
〃So； do you recognize him？〃
Toad Tarkington stared at the man