“Of course not. How should I know of the death?”
“Did you talk to her on the ward?”
She inflated entirely and said with a defiant calm:
“Doctor Ethridge, I just answered that question.”
“Then how do you explain her statement, Miss Kerr?”
A sudden terror flicked her china blue eyes. She dropped the lids instantly and replied with studied slowness:
“The child has been through such an ordeal, she was rattled.”
“Thank you.”
Bear Sterling shifted, Dr. Harrison stroked his beard, Dr. MacArthur frowned and took up the questioning before Cub Sterling had regained his composure.
“Who has charge of the hypodermic syringes on your floors, Miss Kerr?”