“I did not see the patient again. I finished my ward duties by seven, woke the remaining patients and told them that the patient in Bed 11 had been operated on in the night and removed to the Surgical Clinic, like Aunt Roenna told me to....”
“When did she tell you that?” Cub Sterling inquired.
The girl hesitated and flushed. For the moment she seemed to have lost her control.
“She didn’t. I had forgotten. Miss Willis, the night supervisor told me.”
“Thank you very much, Miss Kerr. Are there any questions any of you gentlemen wish to ask Miss Kerr, before she is relieved?”
“How long have you been in training?”
“Two years and five months, Dr. Harrison. I finish in December.”
“Thank you again,” Dr. MacArthur said as she rose, and then finished:
“Of all the people concerned in this, Miss Kerr, you are the youngest. Please do not forget that two years ago you took an oath concerning silence.”
Princeton Peters, who was sitting by the door, rose and opened it for her.