“By reputation, only. What’s his weak spot?”
Otto closed his lips completely and turned his back. When the dishes were safely deposited, he said:
“Sum men are veak vid de knife, sum aroun’ de heart, sum like me, aroun’ de stumack...! Sum ven ve are young.... Sum ven ve are studients.... Sum ven ve are in bed....” He whirled quickly and threw out his hands. His head nodded the periods to his sentences.
“Ve all haf dem!”
An interne burst through the door and begged:
“Otto, gimme some coffee quick! Quick, Otto! Black!”
Matt Higgins noted the boy’s blanched face and shaking hands.
Otto soothed:
“Fut vus hit, Docturr?”
The interne gulped the coffee and shook his head pleadingly.