“It’s too much to ask....”
“Nobody asked it, son. She volunteered. And with my vote, and Heddis’ advice, I take it that your decision is, gentlemen, that this nurse within an hour becomes a patient in Bed 11, Ward B, of Medicine Clinic ... and God willing ... catches the murderer.
“Make it as natural as possible, Ethridge. Have your father and Mattus look at her.”
“Any hypodermics?”
“I think not. You agree, gentlemen?”
When they had risen Princeton Peters’ eyes had purpled and he asked reverently:
“Who is she, MacArthur?”
“Rose Standish, gentlemen.”
Cub Sterling, who was standing in the doorway, turned as though someone had slapped him upon the back. His left shoulder was high.