Dr. MacArthur sat down suddenly and an imperceptible shadow of relief passed over his graven face.
Last night he would have exploded at the mere mention of such an idea, while this morning....
His voice was old and unconvinced.
“I don’t believe it, Higgins. I have known doctors by the thousand. Good. Bad. And indifferent. But I do not believe any doctor....”
“A crazy doctor?”
MacArthur threw up his hands helplessly.
“A crazy somebody, yes. But not a doctor....”
Higgins decided to pass up the point and continued:
“Whoever it is must be caught quickly. I suggest we give up the idea of putting me through as a patient. Last night it appeared feasible but I spent most of the night thinking, and I feel certain, Doctor MacArthur, that after the episode on the ward, we must hasten everything. Put me through the hospital as a member of the administrative staff of some distant hospital. Thereby I get a chance to see the heads of every department, including the Psychiatrist, and the Physician-in-Chief....”
Dr. MacArthur winced. Then that was the man! Higgins continued, placidly, “And decide who I must question, and also permit me ... if necessary ... to get about the hospital suddenly. After last night....”