In Guilty Night [antikvár]

Impatience tugging at the corners of his mouth, Jack Tuttlefrowned at the figure in the wheelchair. A red honeycombedblanket, stamped on one hem with the logo of the hospitaltrust, slipped off the knees of the man in the chair, and to thefloor, exposing torn britches and scuffed boots.'I could do with a cigarette/ McKenna said.'You can't have one, sir. The hospital's all non-smoking.' Jackretrieved the blanket, looking again at McKenna's haggardfeatures. Impatience surged, bettering tact and respect for rank.'You really should have more sense! Especially at your age!''Sense about what?' McKenna asked. 'Smoking?'Jack sighed. 'And careering round on horses.' Elbows onknees, the plastic-covered chair squeaking under his weight, heleaned forwards. 'What on earth possessed you?''One would think I'd done something completely out-rageous/ McKenna said testily. 'I was on a horse. I fell off. Isthat a problem for you?''It's extra work while you're laid up.'McKenna swore under his breath.'Hurts, does it?' Jack asked.'What d'you bloody think it does?''I don't know. I've never dislocated my shoulder.'McKenna shuddered, the sickening thud as he hit theground and the crunch of rending sinew still awesomely loudin his head.'You're lucky it's not worse/ Jack said. 'You could've brokenyour neck.'McKenna smiled weakly. 'Be a pal and wheel me outside fora smoke. It'll be ages before they strap me up.''No, I won't. You've got to have an anaesthetic.''Power's already gone to your head, hasn't it?' McKennasnarled. The fingers of his good arm eased a crumpled pack of