"Where on earth have you been-" I began.
"Listen, Doc. I'm at Mollie's-Peters' sister," he interrupted. "Come here quick."
The peremptory demand added to my irritation. "Not now," I answered. "These are my office hours. I
will not be free until two."
"Can't you break away? Something's happened. I don't know what to do!" There was desperation in his
voice.
"What has happened?" I asked.
"I can't tell you over-" His voice steadied, grew gentle; I heard him say, "Be quiet, Mollie. It can't do no
good!" Then to me-"Well, come as soon as you can, Doc. I'll wait. Take the address." Then when he
had given it to me, I heard him again speaking to another-"Quit it, Mollie! I ain't going to leave you."