“No. I’m never scared. Especially when I have a gun.”
“Don’t be a fool, Lil.” He put his big square hand over her capable one.
“They’ll strip you to the bone when you go through that accident racket. A gun is out of the question. You’ll have Snod.” He motioned to Mr. Smooty.
She smiled but she wasn’t reassured.
“He is slow as hell about wiping dishes when you are having a Sunday night supper. I couldn’t get him out of that kitchen till I’d been dead hours.”
Smooty’s green eyes took on life for the first time since he had entered the room. He said.
“A hospital’s duty is to protect everybody. I’ll be a member of a hospital staff in twenty minutes, Lil.”
She shrugged her square shoulders and her limpid eyes begged.
“The murderer is a member of the hospital staff, Snod. He’ll beat you to it.”
Higgins intervened.