do.â
âUnless Russia gets involved: if they come to Serbiaâs aid, weâll have to divide our forces.â
âBut if Russia supports Serbia, wonât Germany come to our aidââ
ââwhich would bring Britain and France into the war,â the chief said. âDonât forget; theyâre also Russiaâs allies. So you can see how delicate the situation is.â
Gabriel fell quiet: a war between Austria and Serbia had always been on the cards. But the idea of Russia and Germany â perhaps even Britain and France â becoming involved, seemed almost too much to take in. Gabrielâs parents hadnât the money to send him to medical school, so the only way he had been able to train as a surgeon was to accept a military scholarship which had stipulated he must serve a term of ten years in the army medical services. Gabriel had always been aware he might have to go to war someday and wasnât daunted by that possibility: indeed, he felt ready to deal with whatever a war might throw at him. But a war that might involve most of Europeâ¦
âWell,â the chief said, interrupting Gabrielâs chain of thought, âit looks as though you will soon be given an opportunity to continue your wound research in men, rather than pigs.â
For a moment Gabriel was taken aback, but then he grinned at the older manâs black humour. âMind you, chief, the way some of our men behaveâ¦â
Chief Fischer laughed. âHow is the research going, anyway?â
âQuite well, I think. The studies on pig cadavers are almost finished and I should have the results ready for the London surgical conference this August. Herr Roth has been most generous in allowing me to use the ballistics laboratory at his factory for the testsââ
âWhich brings me back to the question I asked you this morning,â the chief interjected, âwhich you were saved from answering by the terrorists grenade: how are you and Dorothea getting on?â
Gabriel smiled ruefully as he realised the older man has deliberately steered the conversation back to that question. He had first met Dorothea Roth a few months ago, whilst doing research on the wounding effects of different bullet shapes. The chief was a long-standing friend of Georg Roth, and after being introduced to Gabriel, Herr Roth had agreed to provide him with a supply of bullets and cartridges as well as the use of his factoryâs extensive ballistic testing facility. Over the past year Gabriel had often travelled to the factory to carry out his research and had frequently met Dorothea.
âLast time I saw her she was very well. Why do you ask?â
The chief placed the empty wine glass on the floor by his chair. âWell, Gabriel, Dorotheaâs a lovely young woman â sheâll make a good wife. And Georg tells me he really likes you.â He brushed a fleck of lint from his trousers and then looked up at Gabriel again. âI think you ought to seriously consider asking him for permission to marry her.â
Gabriel fidgeted in his chair. Dorothea was a good-looking woman; there was no doubt of that. She had thick dark-hair and an attractive figure, and Gabriel had been surprised to learn that she was not yet married. But although he liked her well enough, there was something missing, a vital spark that seemed lacking whenever they engaged in conversation. He knew the chief would have loved nothing more than for him to propose to her, butâ¦
âI know Dorothea is a fine young woman,â Gabriel said. âI also know sheâll make a good wife for somebody. But Iâm not sure that person is me. Iâm so busy with my research right nowââ
âYou need to realise,â the chief interjected, âthat thereâs more to life than research, Gabriel. Dorothea is an eligible young woman, who will not wait forever.â
Gabriel sighed and turned