"Must have been an accident and a lot of patients bought in," said Larry, for he had seen such activity in hospitals before when a number of injured persons required treatment at once.
"Oh, how terrible!" exclaimed Grace. "Do you suppose many are killed?"
"I hope not. But it looks as if something very unusual had happened."
Just then Larry saw the nurse who had been at the bedside of the patient whom he and Grace had come to see.
"I've brought his daughter," he said to the uniformed attendant. "May we go up now?"
The nurse seemed confused.
"I don't know—I'll see!" she remarked. "Here is the superintendent. Perhaps you had better speak to him," and she whispered something to the official.
"There's something wrong about Mr. Potter!" was Larry's first thought. "I wonder if he could have suddenly died?"
Even Grace, unaccustomed as she was to hospital scenes, was aware that all was not as it should be.
"Oh, Larry!" she exclaimed. "What is the matter? Have they taken him away?"