“It’s been a long strain and you have stood it magnificently. Is there anything else you wish to tell us before Smooty and I go?”
Her strength passed through him and he straightened himself, and Mr. Higgins said:
“If brought in as an accident, what are the chances of Miss Parkins being put in this bed ... number...?”
“Eleven.”
The eyes of the other three people were upon Higgins, inquiringly.
“Why?”
“Because, Doctor, in view of the information I now have in hand relative to the head nurse and her niece ... by the way, what are their names?”
“Kerr. K-e-r-r.”
Only Mr. Smooty’s lips fought to remain a straight line. The concentration of the other three was too intense to notice the expression.
Mr. Higgins placed his gray eyes upon Dr. MacArthur’s blue ones and continued: