“May I have the hypo?” I asked hurriedly.
“The hypodermic syringe?”
“Of course. I need it at once.”
“Isn’t it in the drug room?” She was measuring the cream-coloured powder carefully.
“No. I thought you had it.”
“I haven’t used it to-night.” She did not look at me.
“I’ll see if Miss Flynn has it.” I turned quickly away. But Miss Flynn did not have it, and had not had it. She hinted that I must have overlooked it and even walked back to the drug room with me, pulling out the drawer with her own hand.
“Why, there it is!” she exclaimed triumphantly.
And to be sure, there it was!
I was considerably chagrined, especially as Miss Flynn laughed and said something not at all witty about my eyesight.