‘That doesn’t mean anything. Sixty percent of the population goes swimming over the weekend.’
‘Yes – but mostly in private pools. All the victims went for a swim in the ocean.’
‘I still find that hard to believe, Dr. Petrie. We’ve had raw sewage wash up on the beaches a couple of times before, and each time it’s proved neutral.’
‘Have you tested this sewage?’
‘The health department didn’t consider it necessary,’ Firenza replied firmly.
Dr. Petrie stared at him. ‘Mr. Firenza,’ he said, ‘am I hearing things? We have a dozen people dead of plague down at the hospital, and thirty or forty, maybe more people sick. We have beaches ankle-deep in sewage. Don’t you think that, between the two, there’s just the shadow of a probable link?’
Firenza shrugged. ‘You’re a doctor. You ought to know the danger of jumping to conclusions.’
Dr. Petrie sucked in his breath in exasperation. ‘Mr. Firenza, I came here to ask you to close down the beaches. Not ask – insist. We have some kind of disease on our hands that’s spreading faster than any disease we’ve ever come across before. People are dying within three to four hours of first catching it. Unless you want the whole population of Miami dead or dying within a couple of days, I suggest you act pretty fast.’
‘Oh, you do, do you?’ sneered Firenza. ‘And just how do you suggest that I shut down twenty miles of beach without setting off the biggest hysterical exodus in American history?’
Dr. Petrie stood up. He was very tired, and he was angry. ‘I think it’s far better to set off an hysterical exodus of living people, than it is to shovel them up unhysterically when they’re dead.’
Firenza almost grinned. ‘Dr. Petrie,’ he said. ‘You have a fine turn of phrase. Unfortunately, you’re reacting like all of your breed when you’re faced with genuine diseases instead of old people’s hypochondriac complaints. Real diseases frighten the pants off you. For once, you’ve got to do some real medical work, instead of prescribing sugar pills and syrup for rich and bad-tempered old ladies. Come on – admit it – you’re scared.’
Dr. Petrie’s face was strained with suppressed fury.
‘Yes,’ he said, in a shaking voice. ‘I’m scared. I’m scared of a disease that kills people off like bugs down a drain, and I’m scared of you.’
Firenza stood up, too. He was nearly a foot shorter than Dr. Petrie.
‘I suggest you go get yourself some rest,’ said Firenza. ‘In the light of day, the whole thing is going to look a lot less scary. I’m not saying that the situation isn’t serious. It is, and I’m treating it as a medical emergency. But that’s no reason to disturb the whole city, to cause unnecessary distress and anxiety, and to kill off the proceeds from a vacation season that’s only just started. If we quarantine this city. Dr. Petrie, we’ll destroy our business-folk, and our ordinary men and women, just as surely as if they’d gotten sick.’
Petrie looked at him for a long while, then slowly shook his head.
Mr. Firenza said, ‘I promise you, and I promise Dr. Selmer, that if this epidemic gets any worse by tomorrow noon. I’ll bring in the Dade County Health Department, and seek some federal help if we need it. Now – is that to your satisfaction?’
There was a long, awkward silence. Dr. Petrie opened the door of the study. ‘I don’t know what to say to you, Mr. Firenza. If you won’t listen, you won’t listen. Maybe I should go straight to the mayor.’
‘The mayor’s in Washington, for two days.’
‘But he knows about the epidemic, surely?’
He’s heard about it, on the news. He called me, and I told him it was all under control, and to stay put. All I can say, Dr. Petrie, is that it’s up to the men of healing like you and Dr. Selmer to prove me right.’
Dr. Petrie turned away. ‘If it didn’t mean a terrible loss of life,’ he said bitterly, ‘I’d do anything to prove you wrong.’
He called Dr. Selmer from the phone-booth on the corner of the street, and told him what had happened. Selmer sounded frayed and worried, and on the point of collapse.
‘Doesn’t he have any idea how bad it is?’ asked Anton Selmer. ‘I’ve had fifteen more deaths since you left. I’ve had three nurses and two doctors down with it, and it won’t be long before I get it myself.’
‘Of course you won’t. Just like you said, you and I are probably immune. Maybe it was contact with David that did it, or maybe we’re just lucky.’
‘I need to be lucky, if Firenza won’t close the beaches.’
‘I’m sorry, Anton. I did try. He’s still telling the press that it’s containable and localized, and that we’re all going to wake up in the morning and discover it was nothing more than a nasty dream.’
‘Jesus Christ.’
‘I’m going after Prickles now,’ Dr. Petrie said. ‘I don’t know where Margaret’s taken her, but maybe if she’s sick she’s gone home. It shouldn’t take long.’
‘Will you come back here, just as soon as you can? I need every bit of help I can get. Joe Mamiya is making some tests on the bacillus, but it’s going to take him a long time to come up with anything positive.’
‘Anton – I’ll be as quick as I can.’
Dr. Petrie put the phone back in its cradle, and went back to his car. On the far sidewalk, he saw a man shuffling and staggering along, leaning against parked cars for support. The man suddenly stopped, and his head jerked back. Then he dropped to his knees, and fell face first on to the concrete. He lay there muttering and twitching, his cheeks bruised and pale, his right leg nervously shuddering.
Dr. Petrie walked across the road and knelt down beside him.
‘I’m a doctor,’ he said. ‘Do you feel bad?’
The man turned his
