“Yes, Miss Kerr,” his slow methodical fairness was beating against his natural inclinations. “We want you to tell us exactly what you know about the death of the patient in Bed 11, Ward B, Medicine Clinic, please.”
“The last one?”
“Yes. Thank you.”
“Well, before I begin I should like to say that the Elijah Wilson is as dear to my heart as to any of yours, and my humiliation is....”
Again Princeton came to the rescue.
“We know it!”
She flopped her bosom, took a snort of air and continued.
“The patient in Bed 11, Ward B, was admitted Sunday as a patient of Dr. Ethridge Sterling, Senior, under the observation of Dr. Ethridge Sterling, Junior....”
“Yes, Miss Kerr. But the thing I wish you to report upon is the nursing-staff angle....”
She flopped her bosom again and said: