Matthew Higgins threw the dead man’s hand heavily back upon the floor; the body rolled half over.

Higgins rasped:

“Doctor who?”

Cub’s brain snapped. His eyes focused.

“God! Baldy! It’s Baldy!”

He lay upon the railing and carefully repeated in a dead monotone:

“Baldy Rath ... bone ... Baldy....”

“Who’s he?”

The sentence did not cut through and Higgins bellowed into Cub’s ear:

“Doctor Rathbone ... who’s he?”