“By ten o’clock I had finished my medicines, temperatures and pulses. The ward was quiet and I started to work upon the fever charts.
“The orderly was in the kitchen straightening up and fixing the breakfast trays. Two patients called for bed-pans. The orderly came to tell me that we were short two milk bottles. I telephoned the kitchens about them.
“Otherwise the ward was perfectly quiet, except for an occasional cough.
“At ten-fifteen, Miss Willis, the night supervisor in Medicine, made her rounds, and told me to watch the patient in Bed 11 very carefully.
“At eleven-forty I went to the medicine closet to prepare the hypodermic Dr. Mattus had ordered for another patient.”
“What kind of hypodermic?” Dr. MacArthur inserted.
“A strophanthin mixture. She’s a cardiac case.”
“A dispensary case of cardiac insufficiency,” Cub Sterling cut in.
Miss Kerr’s resentment was again expressed by silence. She seemed to be debating with herself.
“What happened?” Hoffbein demanded curtly.