Otto Weber had been bartender, confidant, and advisor to the staff of the Elijah Wilson when Cub Sterling was in short pants. He waddled from his bar:
“Sure, Cub!”
The temporary Physician-in-Chief gave the bartender a boyish grin and arrayed the nickels in front of the telephone box. Then he said:
“Here are two nickels, lady. If I talk up a dollar don’t you interrupt me. This is Wilson 7390. I’ll pay you after I’m through.”
“It is against the rules....”
“Lots of things are! Thank you, mam!”
A slight giggle was her response and Dr. Barton’s voice drowned that.
“Cub?”
“Yessir.”
“Ethridge Sterling, Junior?”