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Rina nodded and the two men said good…by。 For a short time； father and daughter looked at each other； then Rina spoke。 〃What do you think of him； Father？〃
〃Why； he's as old as I am！〃
Rina smiled。 〃I told you I'd marry a mature man； Father。 I never could stand boys。〃
〃But… but… 〃 her father stammered。 〃You're a young woman。 You have your whole life ahead of you。 Why did you marry him？〃
Rina smiled gently。 〃He's an extremely wealthy man； Father；〃 she said softly。 〃And very lonely。〃
〃You mean you married him for that？〃 Then suddenly he understood the reason for her husband's offer。 〃Or so he could take care of me？〃 he asked。
〃No； Father；〃 she said quickly。 〃That isn't why I married him at all。〃
〃Then why？〃 he asked。 〃Why？〃
〃To take care of me； Father；〃 she said simply。
〃But； Rina… 〃 he began to protest。
She cut him off quickly。 〃After all； Father；〃 she said； 〃you yourself said there wasn't anything I could do to take care of myself。 Wasn't that why you sent me out there？〃
He didn't answer。 There wasn't anything left for him to say。 After a few more awkward moments； they parted。 He stretched out on the narrow cot in his cell and stared up at the ceiling。 He felt a cold chill creeping through him。 He shivered slightly and pulled the thin blanket across his legs。 How had he failed her？ Where had he gone wrong？
He turned his face into the hard straw pillow and the hot tears began to course down his cheeks。 He began to shiver as the chill grew deeper within him。 Later that night； they came and took him to the prison hospital； with a fever of a hundred and two。 He died of bronchial pneumonia three days later； while Rina and Jonas Cord were still on the high seas。
14
THE PAIN BEGAN TO ECHO IN HER TEMPLES； CUTTING LIKE A SHARP KNIFE INTO THE DREAM。 She felt it begin to slip away from her； and then the terrible loneliness of awakening。 She stirred restlessly。 Everyone was fading away； everyone except her。 She held her breath for a moment； fighting the return to reality。 But it was no use。 The last warm traces of the dream were gone。 She was awake。
She opened her eyes and stared unrecognizingly for a moment around the hospital room； then she remembered where she was。 There were new flowers on the dresser opposite the foot of the bed。 They must have brought them in while she slept。
She moved her head slowly。 Ilene was dozing in the big easy chair near the window。 It was night outside。 She must have dozed the afternoon away。
〃I have a terrible headache；〃 she whispered softly。 〃May I have some aspirin； please？〃
Ilene's head snapped forward。 She looked at Rina questioningly。
Rina smiled。 〃I've slept away the whole afternoon。〃
〃The whole afternoon？〃 It was the first time in almost a week that Rina had been conscious。 〃The whole afternoon；〃 Ilene repeated。 〃Yes。〃
〃I was so tired；〃 Rina said。 〃And I always get a headache when I nap during the day。 I'd like some aspirin。〃
〃I'll call the nurse。〃
〃Never mind； I'll call her；〃 Rina said quickly。 She started to raise her hand to the call button over her head。 But she couldn't lift her arm。
She looked down at it。 It was strapped to the side of the bed。 There was a needle inserted into a vein on her forearm； attached to a long tube which led up to an inverted bottle suspended from a stand。 〃What's that for？〃
〃The doctor thought it would be better it they didn't disturb your rest to feed you；〃 Ilene said quickly。 She leaned across the bed and pressed the buzzer。
The nurse appeared almost instantly in the doorway。 She walked quickly to the bed and stood next to Ilene； looking down at Rina。 〃Are we awake？〃 she asked with professional brightness。
Rina smiled slowly。 〃We're awake；〃 she said faintly。 〃You're a new one； aren't you？ I don't remember you。〃
The nurse flashed a quick look at Ilene。 She had been on duty ever since Rina was checked into the hospital。 〃I'm the night nurse；〃 she answered calmly。 〃I've just e on。〃
〃I always get a headache when I sleep in the afternoon；〃 Rina said。 〃I was wondering if I could have some aspirin？〃
〃I'll call the doctor；〃 the nurse said。
Rina turned her head。 〃You must be exhausted；〃 she said to Ilene。 〃Why don't you go home and get some rest？ You've been here all day。〃
〃I'm really not tired。 I grabbed forty winks myself this afternoon。〃
The doctor came into the room just then and Rina turned toward the door。 He stood there blinking his eyes behind his shining glasses。 〃Good evening； Miss Marlowe。 Did you have a good rest？〃
Rina smiled。 〃Too much； doctor。 It's left me with a headache。〃 Her brows knit。 〃It's a peculiar kind of a headache； though。〃
He came over to the side of the bed and put his fingers on her wrist； finding her pulse。 〃Peculiar？〃 he asked； looking down at his watch。 〃How do you mean peculiar？〃
〃It seems to hurt most when I try to remember names。 I know you and I know my friend here〃 … she gestured to Ilene … 〃but when I try to say your name； the headache es and I can't remember。〃
The doctor laughed as he let go of her wrist。 〃That's not at all unusual。 There are some types of migraine headaches which make people forget their own name。 Yours isn't that bad； is it？〃
〃No； it's not；〃 Rina answered。
The doctor took an ophthalmoscope from his pocket and leaned over。 〃I'm going to look into your eyes with this；〃 he said。 〃This makes it possible for me to see behind them and we may find out that your headache is due to nothing but simple eyestrain。 Don't be frightened。〃
〃I'm not frightened； doctor；〃 Rina answered。 〃A doctor in Paris once looked at me with one of those。 He thought I was in shock。 But I wasn't。 I was only hypnotized。〃
He placed his thumb in a corner of her eye and raised the eyelid。 He pressed a button on the instrument and a bright light reflected through the pin…point hole。 〃What's your name？〃 he asked casually。
〃Katrina Osterlaag；〃 she answered quickly。 Then she laughed。 〃See； doctor； I told you my headache wasn't that bad。 I still know my name。〃
〃What's your father's name？〃 he asked； moving the instrument to the other eye。
〃Harrison Marlowe。 See； I know that； too。〃
〃What's your name？〃 he asked again； the light making a half circle in the upper corner of her eye。
〃Rina Marlowe；〃 she answered。 She laughed aloud。 〃You can't trick me； doctor。〃
He turned off the light and straightened up。 〃No； I can't；〃 he said； smiling down at her。
There was a movement at the door and two attendants wheeled in a large； square machine。 They pushed it over to the side of the bed next to the doctor。
〃This is an electroencephalograph；〃 the doctor explained quietly。 〃It's used to measure the electrical impulses emanating from the brain。 It's very helpful sometimes in locating the source of headaches so we can treat them。〃
〃It looks very plicated；〃 Rina said。
〃It's not；〃 he answered。 〃It's very simple； really。 I'll explain it to you as we go along。〃
〃And I thought all you had to do was take a few aspirins for a headache。〃
He laughed with her。 〃Well； you know how we doctors are；〃 he said。 〃How can we ever justify our fees if all we do is remend a few pills？〃
She laughed again and the doctor turned toward Ilene。 He nodded silently at her； his eyes gesturing to the door。 He had already turned back to Rina by the time she had opened it。
〃You'll e back later； won't you？〃 Rina asked。
Ilene turned around。 The attendants were already plugging in the machine and the nurse was helping the doctor prepare Rina。 〃I'll be back；〃 Ilene promised。 She walked out and closed the door gently behind her。
It was almost an hour later when the doctor came out of the room。 He dropped into a chair opposite Ilene； his hand fishing in his pocket。 It came out with a crumpled package of cigarettes； which he held out to her。 She took one and he struck a match； holding it first for her； then for himself。
'Well？〃 she asked through stiff lips。
〃We'll be able to tell more when we study the electroencephalogram；〃 he said； dragging on his cigarette。 〃But there are already definite signs of deterioration in certain neural areas。〃
〃Please； doctor；〃 she said。 〃In words that I can understand。〃
〃Of course；〃 he said。 He took a deep breath。 〃The brain already shows signs of damage in certain nerve areas。 It is this damage that makes it difficult for her to remember things … simple； everyday things like names； places； time。 Everything in her memory is present； there is no past； perhaps no today。 It is an unconscious effort to recall these little things that causes the strain and brings on the headache。〃
〃But isn't that a good sign？〃 she asked hopefully。 〃This is the first time in almost a week that she seems partly normal。〃
〃I know how concerned you are；〃 he said cautiously。 〃And I don't want to appear unduly pessimistic； but the human mechanism is a peculiar machine。 It is a tribute to her physical stamina that she's holding up as well as she is。 She's going through recurrent waves of extremely high fever； a fever that destroys everything in its path。 It's almost a miracle that when it abates slightly； even for a moment； as it just has； she can return to a semblance of lucidity。〃
〃You mean she's slipping back into delirium？〃
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