“What about Corole and Hajek?” I asked.
“They were after the radium,” said O’Leary hesitantly. “But after all, I think the best thing to do is to get rid of Hajek and let them leave.”
“This means reorganization, new doctors, new methods—everything.”
O’Leary nodded.
“How true it is,” he said thoughtfully, “that even in one of the noblest professions there are scoundrels.”
“But the proportion is much smaller,” I said loyally. “You’ll find a hundred defaulting bankers for one doctor who is untrue to his trust.”
He smiled at the warmth of my defence.
“You are recovering yourself, Miss Keate. That last remark was quite in your normal manner.”
And at that Olma Flynn tugged my sleeve.
“Will you O. K. the charts, Miss Keate?” Her eyes were round with curiosity and she cast a speculative glance toward Room 18.