“May I see him?” interrupted Jerry. “It’s a case of accident, and he’s just got to come. Both the other doctors are out of town.”
As he spoke a tall, slim gentleman, in a well-fitting, dark suit came from the dining-room to the hotel corridor. Beside him walked a handsome young woman. The man showed interest in Jerry’s rather loud remarks, and at the word “doctor” said:
“Is someone hurt?”
“Yes—my chum,” replied Jerry quickly. “He had a bad fall and his skull may be fractured.”
“That is Dr. Wright,” the clerk informed Jerry, but the lad had already guessed as much.
“Oh, can you come?” appealed Bob’s chum. “We’re afraid he’s badly hurt. It was a fall!”
“Where is he?” asked Dr. Wright.
“About eleven miles from here.”
The doctor involuntarily looked out at the raging storm.