“Fill out the details, hair, eyes, that bunk, and give them to me tomorrow. The Admitting Office can wait ... for once.... I’ll telephone over the important particulars. ’Night!”

His “’Night!” was another way of saying, “That’s all! And no more questions, madam!”

The elevator began ascending and the girl operator asked timidly:

“What floor, Doctor?”

Cub Sterling appraised her vacantly:

“Huh?”

The girl’s voice quavered:

“Where to, Doctor?”

“Top floor!”

“Yes, sir.”