ndred more of my chaps e swooping in。
〃I hope you can appreciate this； Doctor。 Here we were with three men dead； two others wounded； a Prince and Princess looking as though they'd been shot your wife examined them on the scene； by the way； and pronounced them fit just before the ambulance arrived a baby； a hundred witnesses each with his own version of what had just taken place。 A bloody Yank an Irish…American to boot！ whose wife claims he's the chap in the white hat。〃 Wilson laughed again。 〃Total chaos！
〃First order of business； of course； was to get the Royals to safety。 The police and guardsmen handled that； probably praying by this time that someone would make trouble。 They're still in an evil mood； they tell me； angrier even than from the bandstand bombing incident。 Not hard to understand。 Anyway； your wife flatly refused to leave your side until you were under doctor's care here。 Quite a forceful woman； they tell me。〃
〃Cathy's a surgeon；〃 Ryan explained。 〃When she plays doc； she's used to having her own way。 Surgeons are like that。〃
〃After she was quite satisfied we drove her down to the Yard。 Meanwhile we had a merry time identifying you。 They called your Legal Attache at the American Embassy and he ran a check through your FBI； plus a backup check through the Marine Corps。〃 Ryan stole a cigarette from Wilson's pack。 The policeman lit it with a butane lighter。 Jack gagged on the smoke； but he needed it。 Cathy would give him hell for it； he knew； but one thing at a time。 〃Mind you； we never really thought you were one of them。 Have to be a maniac to bring the wife and child along on this sort of job。 But one must be careful。〃
Ryan nodded agreement； briefly dizzy from the smoke。 How'd they know to check through the Corps 。 。 。 oh； my Marine Corps Association card 。 。 。
〃In any event we have things pretty well sorted out。 Your government are sending us everything we need probably here by now； actually。〃 Wilson checked his watch。
〃My family's all right？〃
Wilson smiled in rather an odd way。 〃They are being very well looked after。 Doctor Ryan。 You have my word on that。〃
〃The name's Jack。〃
〃Fine。 I'm known to my friends as Tony。〃 They finally got around to shaking hands。 〃And as I said； you're a bloody hero。 Care to see what the press have to say？〃 He handed Ryan a Daily Mirror and a Times。
〃Dear God！〃
The tabloid Mirror's front page was almost entirely a color photograph of himself； sitting unconscious against the Rolls。 His chest was a scarlet mass。
ATTEMPT ON HRH MARINE TO THE RESCUE
A bold attempt to assassinate Their Royal Highnesses the Prince and Princess of Wales within sight of Buckingham Palace was thwarted today by the courage of an American tourist。
John Patrick Ryan； an historian and formerly a lieutenant in the United States Marines； dashed barehanded into a pitched battle on The Mall as over a hundred Londoners watched in shocked disbelief。 Ryan； 31； of Annapolis； Maryland； successfully disabled one gunman and； taking his weapon； shot another dead。 Ryan himself was seriously wounded in the exchange。 He was taken by ambulance to St。 Thomas's Hospital； where emergency surgery was successfully performed by Sir Charles Scott。
A third terrorist is reported to have escaped the scene； by running east on The Mall； then turning north on Marlborough Road。
Senior police officials were unanimous in their opinion that； but for Ryan's courageous intervention。 Their Highnesses would certainly have been slain。
Ryan turned the page to see another color photograph of himself in happier circumstances。 It was his graduation photo from Quantico； and he had to smile at himself； resplendent； then； in blue high…necked blouse； two shiny gold bars； and the Mamaluke sword。 It was one of the few decent photographs ever taken of him。
〃Where did they get this？〃
〃Oh； your Marine chaps were most helpful。 In fact； one of your Marine ships helicopter carrier； or something like that is at Portsmouth right now。 I understand that your former colleagues are getting all the free beer they can swill。〃
Ryan laughed at that。 Next he picked up the Times； whose headline was marginally less lurid。
The Prince and Princess of Wales escaped certain death this afternoon。 Three； possibly four terrorists armed with hand grenades and Kalashnikov assault rifles lay in wait for their Rolls…Royce； only to have their carefully…laid plans foiled by the bold intervention of J。 P。 Ryan； formerly a second lieutenant in the United States Marine Corps； and now an historian 。 。 。
Ryan flipped to the editorial page。 The lead item； signed by the publisher； screamed for vengeance while praising Ryan； America； and the United States Marine Corps； and thanked Divine Providence with a flourish worthy of a Papal Encyclical。
〃Reading about yourself？〃 Ryan looked up。 Sir Charles Scott was standing at the foot of his bed with an aluminum chart。
〃First time I ever made the papers。〃 Ryan set them down。
〃You've earned it； and it would seem that the sleep did you some good。 How do you feel？〃
〃Not bad； considering。 How am I？〃 Ryan asked。
〃Pulse and temperature normal almost normal。 Your color isn't bad at all。 With luck we might even avoid a postoperative infection； though I should not wish to give odds on that；〃 the doctor said。 〃How badly does it hurt？〃
〃It's there； but I can live with it；〃 Ryan answered cautiously。
〃It is only two hours since your last medication。 I trust you are not one of those thickheaded fools who do not want pain medications？〃
〃Yes； I am；〃 Ryan said。 He went on slowly。 〃Doctor； I've been through this twice before。 The first time； they gave me too much of the stuff； and ing off was I'd just as soon not go through that again； if you know what I mean。〃
Ryan's career in the Marine Corps had ended after a mere three months with a helicopter crash on the shores of Crete during a NATO exercise。 The resulting back injury had sent Ryan to Bethesda Naval Medical Center； outside Washington； where the doctors had been a little too generous with their pain medications； and Ryan had taken two weeks to get over them。 It was not an experience he wanted to repeat。
Sir Charles nodded thoughtfully。 〃I think so。 Well； it's your arm。〃 The nurse came back in as he made some notations on the chart。 〃Rotate the bed a bit。〃
Ryan hadn't noticed that the rack from which his arm hung was actually circular。 As the head of the bed came up； his arm dropped to a more fortable angle。 The doctor looked over his glasses at Ryan's fingers。
〃Would you wiggle them； please？〃 Ryan did so。 〃Good； that's very good。 I didn't think there'd be any nerve damage。 Doctor Ryan； I am going to prescribe something mild； just enough to keep the edge off it。 I will require that you take the medications which I prescribe。〃 Scott's head came around to face Ryan directly。 〃I've never yet got a patient addicted to narcotics； and I do not propose to start with you。 Don't be pigheaded： pain； disfort will retard your recovery unless； that is； you want to remain in hospital for several months？〃
〃Message received； Sir Charles。〃
〃Right。〃 The surgeon smiled。 〃If you should feel the need for something stronger； I shall be here all day。 Just ring nurse Miss Kittiwake here。〃 The girl beamed in anticipation。
〃How about something to eat？〃
〃You think you can keep something down？〃
If not； Kittiwake will probably love to help me throw up。 〃Doc； in the last thirty…six hours I've had a continental breakfast and a light lunch。〃
〃Very well。 We'll try some soft foods。〃 He made another notation on the chart and flashed a look to Kittiwake： Keep an eye on him。 She nodded。
〃Your charming wife told me that you are quite obstinate。 We'll see about that。 Still and all you are doing rather nicely。 You can thank your physical condition for that and my outstanding surgical skill； of course。〃 Scott chuckled to himself。 〃After breakfast an orderly will help you freshen up for your more； ah； official visitors。 Oh； don't expect to see your family soon。 They were quite exhausted last night。 I gave your wife something to help her s