Cub Sterling answered the inquiry sharply.
“The patient is deranged, gentlemen. I was in my rooms.”
The door opened and Bear Sterling, his brows beetling, entered. Cub rose and gave him his seat. Dr. Harrison pulled up a vacant chair and motioned Cub into it. The chair was between his and Dr. Barton’s.
Prissy Paton looked at Princeton Peters and both of them decided they had better not speak ... now.
“And what happened next, Miss Kerr?” Hoffbein insisted.
“I went and asked the orderly if he had seen anybody and he said ‘No.’ So I went and looked at the patient in Bed 11 again. She was sleeping peacefully.”
Dr. Harrison leaned suddenly forward. His voice was acid:
“Did that deranged patient see anybody else?”
“No, sir.”
Then his voice stabbed: