I went out into the hall again.
Summers said, “She’s pretty bad, isn’t she?”
“I guess so,” I returned. “Can I take a walk around the block! This place gives me a pain.”
“Sure,” he said sympathetically, “I know how you feel.”
I went over to Bogle. “Cheer up,” I said, “I’m doing all I can for her.”
Sam had tears in his eyes. “I don’t know why I did it,” he said miserably. “I guess I was crazy.”
I couldn’t help feeling sorry for him. “I know how you felt about Doc. He meant as much to you as Myra does to me.
I’d have done the same thing in your place.”
He shook his head, “I wouldn’t have hurt her for anything, but I got good and mad.”
There was nothing I could say to him that’d do any good, so I left him and went out into the street.