“A man I helped at the time of the wreck,” Flash explained briefly.
As they passed on, the signal light over the Major’s door winked in rapid succession. Flash smiled, recalling Joe’s remark about the army man’s demand for constant service.
The two cameramen reached the elevator and were entering it when an attractive nurse came quickly after them.
“One moment please,” she requested in a muted voice.
They both waited. Doyle straightened his tie and twisted his face into a wasted smile. The pretty nurse gazed at Flash as she spoke.
“Major Hartgrove wishes to speak with one of you,” she said. “He doesn’t know the name. However, he means the young man who aided him in the wreck.”
“I guess that must be me,” acknowledged Flash. “My name is Jimmy Evans.”
“Then will you please come with me?”
The nurse turned and walked back down the corridor. Flash and George Doyle both followed.
“You didn’t tell me you were a hero,” the technician said jokingly. “Maybe the Major is going to pin a medal on your chest!”