“Dead?”
“Stone! Get Dr. Sterling ... wherever he is ... get him ... quick!”
Cub had decided, now he was awake, to smoke a cigarette. The pillow was no go ... but that lovely little laugh when he handed her the cigarettes....
The ’phone interrupted him.
He repeated his “’Lo!”
“Dr. Sterling, Miss Withers,” the words were tumbling. “Pupil nurse Medicine reported patient in Bed 11, Ward B, dead four minutes ago. Dr. Mattus has confirmed the....”
The cigarette followed the pillow ... but was aimed at a different receptacle.
“Dead! You’re wrong. I saw her at rounds. About seven. Dead!” His incredulity almost Stopped his speech. “Gimme Mattus!”
“Dr. Mattus is on Ward B....”
“All right. All right. Tell him to wait till I get over there before ... and Miss Withers, call Dr. MacArthur right away. It’s....”