viselike around Zack's throat, driving him backward.
Powerless, Zack's arms went limp. The pressure of Frank's thumbs against his windpipe was inexorable, and he knew, as he listened for the snap of his own larynx, that he was going to die. At the moment that his legs gave out, he soiled himself. The pain gave way, and he sensed himself falling, drifting. Then the back of his head slammed against the corner of the metal bedframe. There was a blinding, searing flash. And then, instantly, there was nothing. The light, a soft, warm glow, washed over the darkness in waves.
One by one, faces began floating through the void. Zack followed the images with a detached curiosity, pleased when he was able to spot an old teacher or relative or classmate among them. Gradually, the faces grew more defined-and more current. An anatomy professor at Yale… a Wellesley coed from-from where?… a climbing partner in Wyoming…
Then Annie Doucette… Toby… Suzanne… and finally, Frank, his face, pinched and crimson with hatred, spinning through the glow like a dervish. I'll kill you… I'll kill you… 'I'll kill you. I'll kill you.' At first the voice was Frank's. Then, it was Zack's own, moaning the words over and over again. 'Iverson. Iverson, open your eyes. It's all right. You've had a concussion.'
'Concussion?'
'That's right, Iverson. Look up here.'
Zack's eyes fluttered and then opened. For several seconds, the face above him remained blurred. Then its features grew more distinct.
'Ormesby?'
The surgeon nodded. 'You hit your head. You've been out for over an hour.'
'An hour?
Suzanne He struggled to rise, but quickly fell back. 'Easy, Iverson.
Easy.'
Ormesby put a calming hand on his arm. Zack's thoughts began to clear.
He was in bed, on a monitor, in the intensive care unit. An IV was draining into his arm. 'Did I have a seizure?'
'From what I hear, you did. Probably from the concussion. The CT scanner's warmed up and waiting for us right now.'
'Don't need one.'
'Iverson, you're the patient here, not the doctor. Got that?
I've changed my mind about your being a nut case. Don't make me change it back.'
Zack nodded meekly. His bead was throbbing, and jabs of pain were beginning to spark from half a dozen other places on his body. The discomfort helped clear his mind. 'Suzanne…' he said. 'Did she-'
'Right there, Iverson. Just turn your head to the right.'
Through a brief, machine-gun burst, Zack did as the surgeon asked.
Suzanne, wrapped in a blanket, her fv on a transport pole, waved at him from a chair not four feet away. She looked pale, but otherwise seemed none the worse for her ordeal, 'Hi, Doc, ' she said. 'You come here often?'
'God bless you, Clarkin, ' Zack murmured. 'What?'
'Oh, nothing. How's Toby?'
'Still out, Zack. But he's lighter, I think he may be coming around, but it's hard to tell. The people from Boston are due here any minute to get him.'
Behind Suzanne, near the nurses' station, Zack could see the Judge watching intently. 'Listen, ' Ormesby said. 'I'm going to get them ready for your scan. Afterward, I have a few dozen stitches to put in you.'
'My shoulder, I think it's-'
'We know. Sam Christian's already seen you. Now just relax, will you?'
'Where's Frank?' ('In jail by now, I would guess. You owe that big guard over there a hell of a thank-you, Iverson. Apparently everyone was sort of paralyzed. If he hadn't pulled Frank off you when he did, I think your ticketmight have been canceled.'
'Bless you, Henry, ' Zack rasped, rubbing at the soreness in his neck.
'Now, just stay put. I'll be back.'
'Stay put, ' Zack echoed. He waited until the surgeon had left and then reached over for Suzanne's hand. She inched her chair closer to him.
'Sorry I can't get up, ' she said. 'I get dizzy when I try.'
'Why don't you go back to bed. We'll talk later.'
'You okay?'
'I feel like shit, if you want to know the truth. But I'm okay. Fucking Frank nearly killed us both.'
'Almost. But it's over now, Zack.'
'What time is it, anyway?'
'Two. Almost two.'
'Damn.'
'What is it?'
'The board meeting… Do you know what happened there?'
She squeezed his hand. 'I think your father wants to talk to you about that. I'll see you after your test.'
'Sure. Meanwhile, stay away from the radio.'
Suzanne smiled. 'Not to worry, ' she said. 'Sooner or later, though, I'm going to have to, um, face the music.'
She motioned to Bernice Rimmer, who brought a wheelchair over, took her IV pole and wheeled her from the room. Moments later, the Judge appeared at Zack's bedside. 'You were right about my legs, ' he said. 'I'm glad.'
'Zachary, don't feel bad about Frank.'
'I do. Judge, he hurt a lot of people. He's very sick.'
'I know. He stole a great deal of money from the hospital.
Apparently this business with Jack Pearl and that Mainwaring was an attempt to replace it.'
'Lord.'
'I found out about it for sure yesterday, but I've suspected he was in trouble for some time. Frank never could put anything over on me. I I just don't know where he could have gone so wrong.' Try at birth, Zack wanted to say. He looked at the bewilderment in his father's face, and knew that there was no percentage in responding. 'Judge, the board meeting, ' he said. 'Did you go?'
'I went. They had already voted to sell out, but I had just enough time to turn things around. After the vote Frank had the temerity to ask me if we might keep him on as administrator. Much as it hurt me, I told him absolutely not.'
'Great, ' Zack said with no enthusiasm. 'He should have known better than to try and hide the truth from me. He was always trying. He never could. I have no tolerance for his kind of deceit. No tolerance at all.'
He sighed. 'I had such hopes for him. I gave your brother every chance, Zachary. Every chance. You know that, don't you?'
Zack closed his eyes, and instantly he was on the slalom run, tumbling over and over again down the snqwy mountainside, his knee screaming with pain. The accident had eliminated him from competitive sports and, it seemed, from much of his father's interest as well. At the time it was the worst thing that had ever happened to him. Now, he could see, it well might have been his salvation. 'Of course you did, Judge, ' he said, looking away. 'Of course you did.'
EPILOGUE
As if they could quantitate a miracle leaf by leaf, the meteorologists had proclaimed October 10 the peak day of the foliage season in north central New Hampshire. And in fact, as the day-a Wednesday-evolved, with acre upon acre of crimson, orange, burgundy, and gold sparkling beneath a cloudless, azure sky, not even those old-timers who always had a different opinion of such things could argue. In the small, atriumlike auditorium of the Holiday Inn
