I grinned at her.
“I’m a curious guy. Isn’t she bad enough to have a doctor?”
She looked at me.
“Between you and me, I don’t know. I’ve never seen her.”
I sat up, spilling some of my whisky.
“You’ve never seen her? What do you mean? You nurse her, don’t you?”
“I shouldn’t be telling you this, but it worries me, and I have to tell someone. Promise you won’t pass it on?”
“Who would I pass it on to? Do you mean you’ve never even seen Maureen Crosby?”
“That’s right. Nurse Flemming won’t let me into the sick-room. My job is to fob off visitors, and now no one ever visits, I haven’t a thing to do.”
“What do you do, then, at night?”