"It certainly is. Perhaps I won't be able to handle it."
"I'll take a chance. It's because I believe you can, better than any one else, that I am turning it over. No one has done a thing on it yet. It's brand new."
Jean took the letter. It was written on ruled paper in a fairly good hand.
"Dr. Mary Maclean—Please come to see me as soon as possible.
Amelia Gorman."
"Well, at least Amelia seems used to giving orders."
"No information furnished. No request made. I'd like to go myself if I had the time. I thought first of turning it over to the C.O.S. of that district but, somehow, the woman interests me. Do you want it?"
Jean was already putting on her hat. Mary smiled.
"I know, Mary, but I haven't gotten over that first rushed feeling yet, in spite of all your warning. I'm always sure that everything will go to pot if I don't get to a case the very minute I hear of it."
"I hope you never will, not really. When that goes I can't imagine a worse work than this to be in. You'd better take some money with you, she's likely to need most anything."