“Superintendent of nurses, please.”

“Miss Carruthers? Dr. MacArthur. Will you please come over to my office immediately?”

As he hung up, he seemed to have regained his old authoritative manner.

“About Miss Standish’s funeral. Do you think it worth your while to attend? Would a murderer of this type go to the funeral of a person he had murdered?”

“Hardly, Doctor. What time is it?”

“Four-fifteen.”

“The Kerrs?”

“Have both asked to come.”

“Then I will.”

They were interrupted by a knock upon the door and the figure of Miss Carruthers.