"Is Miss Rand off duty?"
"No, sir. She's in number seven."
"Miss Foster?"
"No, sir."
"Then I shall have to insist upon your taking the case. I must have somebody I can depend upon to look after young Clarke for the next twenty-four hours. It's not only the complication with his appendix; it's his lungs."
"You mean he's tubercular?"
"Yes."
Nance's eyes widened.
"Does he know it?"
"No. I shall wait and tell his father. I wouldn't undertake to break the news to that mother of his for a house and lot! You take the case to-night, and I'll operate in the morning—"