“I—I want to see her,” said Dave Henderson.
The doctor smiled, as he moved across the hall toward the front door.
“In a few minutes,” he said. “I've told the nurse to let you know when she's ready.”
The doctor went out.
He heard the doctor begin to descend the outer steps, and then pause, and then another footstep ascending; and then he caught the sound of voices. And then, after a little while, the front door opened, and Millman came into the reception hall.
Dave Henderson's lips tightened, as he stepped toward the other.
“What”—he found his voice strangely hoarse, and he cleared his throat—“what did you find out?”
Millman motioned toward the divan.
“Everything, I guess, Dave,” he answered, as he sat down.
“And——?” Dave Henderson flung himself down beside the other.