The cynically young, the frightened vacant, the intelligent, the eager, the stupid, all reflected the knowledge that Rose Standish was dead.
“A nurse died last night,” the stupid faces, the childish faces, the vacant faces reflected, and as the intelligence increased, the horror in the eyes grew....
Upon the internes and residents they showed:
“A nurse was murdered last night.”
And with an increasing frequency he saw eyes which knew:
“She was murdered in Cub Sterling’s Clinic.”
He passed the entrance to his own clinic, and then retraced his footsteps. His duty was to MacArthur, but his first duty was to suppress as much staff hysteria as possible. With the staff in such a condition, it was only a question of hours before the patients, all over the hospital....
His resident was standing beside the elevator upon the first floor. He turned and Dr. Harrison noted the first, second, and then a third horror in his eyes.
“’Morning, Wheeler,” his voice was calm and measured.
“Good morning, Doctor Harrison. Do you know?”