Briefly I reviewed what I had done and suggested the immediate further treatment. And when Ricori had
been removed, I turned to the gunmen.
"McCann," I said, "I'm not going to explain. Not now. But here are your pistols, and Paul's. I'm giving
you your chance."
He took the automatics, looking at me with a curious gleam in his eyes.
"I ain't saying I wouldn't like to know what touched you off, Doc," he said. "But whatever you do is all
right by me-if only you can bring the boss around."
"Undoubtedly there are some who will have to be notified of his condition," I replied. "I'll leave that all to
you. All I know is that he was on his way to me. He had a heart attack in the car. You brought him to
me. I am now treating him-for heart attack. If he should die, McCann-well, that will be another matter."