“Durn these pharmacologists!” Bear announced and closed his eyes.
MacArthur took his watch from his pocket and said:
“Boys, since all tests are being done upon those organs, it may be hours yet. Go get some sleep and prepare for today. You’ll have a twenty-four hour job ahead of you to sit on the suppressed hysteria in Medicine Clinic ... and you have got to sit on it!”
Mattus and Cub Sterling rose. Patients, another day, ... Tuesday! ... rounds, diagnoses ... they had forgotten it all! And within three hours it must be faced again.
They turned toward the door and it was opened in their faces by the second assistant chemist.
He was a small damp man whose limp black hair sweated into his muddy forehead. He said:
“Dr. MacArthur, Dr. Heddis and Dr. Maids are at the convention in Cincinnati, so I did the tests upon the organs you sent over....”
His voice was matter-of-fact. Its uninterested monotony awakened Bear Sterling.
He rivetted his eyes into the fellow and growled:
“Who in the hell are you?”