"Some wild rumor—nothing in it."
"Any objection to our taking a round of observation?"
"No, go ahead. Might as well do it now. We can finish the interview later. I want to concentrate on that brain section transfer. It's rather tricky."
They stepped into an observation car and slid slowly around the overhead track, looking down on crowded wards below.
"John! There is something happening here. Look at the patients' faces. They're afraid."
"Does seem to be a lot of activity."
"Let's slide down into that convalescent ward and see what they have to say."
"O.K., Sister, but you know it is forbidden. We'll probably get thrown out and reported."
They had hardly stepped out of the slide when a group of white gowned orderlies came down the next corridor. Hilda saw them and whispered tensely. "Here! Sit in this wheel chair, and I'll visit you—Help me fold our coats so that you can sit on them."
John obeyed and lolled back in the chair, winking at her before he half closed his eyes.