“Well, what about Dr. ... er...?”
“James. Sarah James,” Cub defied. “The doll rules her out of the last one, at least. She was out of town yesterday.”
Dr. Barton who had been considering Bear’s statement replied:
“I see your point, Dr. Sterling, and it is an excellent one ... but I failed, evidently, to express myself clearly.” His voice was perfectly even. “I was thinking of an examination of that student nurse.”
Cub Sterling sat forward and clipped, “So was I.”
His father turned his searching eyes into him and demanded, “What about her?”
There was a knock at the door and it opened almost immediately. The erect figure of the Chief Pharmacist shifted their attention. Baldy Rathbone held in his hand a sheaf of telegrams.
Cub Sterling’s eyes followed those of the other men.
“I’m very sorry to interrupt, gentlemen, but this, Dr. MacArthur, is the report about where coniine may be obtained.”
He held out the yellow sheets toward Dr. MacArthur.