The fifth of the Twelve keeps a practice on the ground floor of a building on the rua do Salitre, between an optician and a real estate agency. His name is Jaime. He has sat his equivalences four times since 1954 and he says the hardest part of the profession nowadays is the computers.
He showed me the X-ray on a screen, on Monday at six in the evening.
"Not the femur," he said. "Everybody thinks it's the femur because that's the one you see in the salt. The femur leaves you crippled and the account doesn't ask for that. The fibula, right side. Thirty-two centimeters. You'll keep the ankle, you'll walk with a cane for six weeks and after that you'll have no more trouble."
"And it will age in my place."