This practice was tolerated, albeit grudgingly, after Carroll apparently recited a poem Shelley-'Ozymandias,' I believe-to a local chieftain who was being treated at the hospital. Several superiors reported him shirking rounds and observed him reading poetry in the hospital gardens. There he also earned a reputation as a man of letters, although nothing that would suggest the, well, let us say fervor which led him to request a piano. He frequently accompanied expeditions into the Punjab and Kashmir, missions that put him in danger from local tribes as well as Russian agents, a problem that persists as the Tsar tries to match our territorial gains. There he gained an early reputation not only as a fine physician but also as somewhat of an adventurer. The application was accepted immediately, and he was appointed deputy director of the military hospital in Saharanpur, in India. Carroll was appointed as a doctor to the 28th Foot in Bristol, but applied for a transfer to serve in the colonies only four months after his enlistment. Drake, that our history becomes more complete. In 1863 he secured a commission as a surgeon on the Army Medical Staff. "Following his wife's death, Carroll returned to London, where he applied for a position as a physician at the Asylum for the Ragged Poor in the East End during the cholera outbreaks. The Colonel cleared his throat, picked up another document, and continued. His wife died in childbirth, along with their child, and Carroll never remarried." During this time he married a local girl. As earlier, we have few records of Carroll during this time, we only know that he remained in the provinces for five years. Upon graduation, rather than open a private surgery as most were inclined to do, he applied for a position at a provincial hospital for the poor. Although his family was never wealthy, his father's interest in education must have been passed along to his son, who excelled at school, and left home to pursue medicine at University College Hospital in London. Thomas Carroll, a teacher of Greek poetry and prose at a boarding school in Oxfordshire. He was born in 1833, of Irish stock, the son of Mr. Actually, his background is somewhat mysterious, and we know little. Drake, I will not bother you with the details of Carroll's youth. So I will begin with Surgeon-Major Carroll himself."
If you haven't recognized now, this commission is as much about a man as it is about a piano. We do have much to discuss of this matter. We can discuss any questions you may have when you know more details." He rested his hand on a stack of papers.Īcross the table the mustache wavered. If you agree, I think it would be most expedient if I summarize it for you first. We have prepared a briefing regarding the background of this affair. "On behalf of my staff and superiors, I appreciate your attention to what we consider a most serious matter. I imagine this is your first visit here." He did not leave time for the piano tuner to respond. "If you don't mind, then we will begin at once with the matter at hand." The Colonel leaned forward. "Of course, Colonel." He fingered his hat in his lap. From behind the mustache came a stentorian baritone. Several minutes had passed since the Colonel had entered the room, drawn up a chair behind a deeply polished mahogany desk, and begun to thumb through a stack of papers.
Edgar would remember this, for the braids reminded him of a tiger's stripes, and the scarlet made the green eyes greener. He wore a scarlet uniform, edged with braids of black mohair. Behind his desk hung a long Bantu lance and a painted shield that still bore the scars of battle. Across the room sat the Colonel, a broad, sunburnt man with a shock of red hair and a thick mustache that fanned out in combed symmetry, underlining a fierce pair of green eyes. Edgar Drake sat a pair of dark, rattling heating pipes and stared out the window, watching the sweep of rain. It was afternoon in the office of Colonel Killian, Director of Operations for the Burma Division of the British army.
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