“Docturr Bearr Sterlink is ... dyin ... k.”
Matt squared his shoulders and sat straight on the stool. He stretched his torso upward.
“Great man I guess ... that Bear Sterling! Saved the lives of lots of people...!”
Otto reached over the counter and began carefully balancing the dishes and his words.
“Yess. Lots. Lots of people. But even great men half der veak spots....”
Matt Higgins poised a spoon upon the saucer of the cup Otto was lifting.
“What do you mean ... ‘weak spots’...?”
“Vell...,” Otto’s conscience and his philosophy collided. He peered over his glasses again.
“Du ... did you kno’, Docturr Bearr Sterlink?”
Matt Higgins shook his head definitely.