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The First Doll
Bear Sterling hurried back to take a look at his brain tumor. He had stopped for a few words with Cub, but Cub had insisted that he must get back to his clinic and relieve Mattus. So after finishing with the brain tumor, which was coming along nicely, Bear went to his own office, shut the door, lay down upon a couch and went to sleep.
There was a crisis ahead. He needed a nap.
Dr. Barton did his rounds, discussed three unusual children with his resident, did as much work and appeared as natural as possible for an hour, and then filled his pipe and began the process of elimination on the evidence.
Dr. Harrison had a fifteen minute survey with his resident; afterward locked himself up in his laboratory and settled down to a “thinking through.”
Hoffbein returned to his clinic and tried to behave as though nothing had happened. His consultant and resident nearly died of excitement.
Dr. MacArthur cleared his desk and endeavored to clear his mind. He had just rung for his secretary and prepared to go upstairs and lie down in a vacant interne room and get some rest, when Prissy Paton and Princeton Peters slipped in and closed the door behind them.
“Can you give us a minute, MacArthur?” Peters’ voice was sepulchral.
Prissy stood in the background and looked as if he were going to cry.
“Certainly. What’s on your minds? Sit down.”