"Yes, Doctor."
Three bells sounded in the corridor. "Calling Dr. Gesner. Emergency. Please come to the telephone. Emergency. Calling Dr. Gesner...."
He rolled his eyes at the index card in her hand. "You yourself are to take the shots prescribed for you, to prevent your catching or carrying the disease. In that bed, but for the grace of God...." He was crying softly.
"Doctor!" said Brooks, and the internes and nurses gasped.
"After all," said Dr. Gesner, "I did abolish laryngitis."
Miss Knox walked back up the drive and struck a cigarette on one of the stone lions. It glowed in the dark, but the river breeze blew it out before she could draw. She snorted in annoyance.
Miss Erwin looked up sharply.
"Is there anywhere where you can still buy matches?" asked Miss Knox.
"Not in New York City. Why?"