“It looks to me like another nut,” commented Rothmund.
“So it did to me on the tenth,” I agreed; “but today is the fourteenth, and now it looks like another story.”
“What has the fourteenth got to do with it?” he demanded.
“Yesterday was the thirteenth,” I reminded him.
“You don’t mean to tell me—” he started, skeptically.
“That is just what I do mean to tell you,” I interrupted. “The lady came, I saw, she conquered.”
Ralph looked worried. “Don’t forget what your nurse told you after your last operation,” he reminded me.
“Which nurse? I had nine, and no two of them told me the same things.”
“Jerry. She said that narcotics often affected a patient’s mind for months afterward.” His tone was solicitous.
“Well, at least Jerry admitted that I had a mind, which some of the others didn’t. Anyway, it didn’t affect my eyesight; I saw what I saw. Please take a letter to Mr. Napier.”