“Did Miss Day work much with Dr. Letheny?”
“About as I did. She is a good surgical nurse.”
“You mean she is efficient in assisting with operations?”
“Yes.”
“I suppose that requires—nerve? Courage? A cool hand?”
“Yes.” I was beginning to feel uneasy.
He paused for a moment, his gray eyes on the heavy clouds beyond the window.
“Tell me again, Miss Keate, just what you did when you first found that Mr. Jackson was dead.”
“I left Room 18 and went to get a candle. When I returned Miss Day was in the doorway of Eighteen. There was a flash of lightning, and I saw her and she spoke to me.”
“What did she say?”