“It evidently didn’t keep this one,” Judge Treadwell said dryly.
“I beg your pardon,” Dr. Londonberry observed, opening the window and shaking the iron grating. “The patient didn’t leave by this window... Where are his clothes, nurse?”
“In the locker room, locker thirty-five.”
“Get them,” Dr. Londonberry said.
Judge Treadwell observed almost tonelessly, “I take it, this patient isn’t wandering around clad in a nightgown.”
“He was wearing pajamas, a dressing gown, and slippers,” Dr. Londonberry said.
He opened the bottom dresser drawer. It was empty save for some towels and clean sheets. He opened the second drawer, and disclosed a neatly folded dressing gown on top of which were pajamas and slippers.
“Good Heavens!” he said. “The man must be naked!”
They heard the patter of running steps in the corridor. The nurse returned to stare at them in white-faced consternation. “The locker door was closed and locked,” she said. “The clothes are gone.”
Phyllis Leeds exclaimed, “I don’t believe it! This is some trick they’ve thought up.”