“About the nurse? I do.”
“No, sir. About Doctor Bear.”
Dr. Harrison turned his searching brown eyes into the man’s gray ones.
“What?”
The resident met the glance and responded:
“Pneumonia. Bilateral. Cub is with him. Diagnosis confirmed. Brought him into hospital on a stretcher about two hours ago. He’s in Medicine Clinic now ... hopeless....”
Dr. Harrison staggered for the first time in his medical life.
“They murdered him! The dogs!”
He turned from the elevator and walked out of his clinic and down the corridor toward the Medicine Clinic. He walked calmly, like a man going to his execution and convinced of his innocence.... That heart attack was responsible, as sure as death itself, Hoffbein, Peters and Paton had killed ... his best, his very best friend....
His agony was so acute that the passing faces with their increasing hysteria seemed natural.