The interne went to the door, motioning for two other internes who came in with a stretcher.
“Hop aboard,” he told Jerry. “Better come peaceably.”
Jerry considered resistance. Deciding it was useless, he rolled onto the stretcher and was transported via the elevator to the third floor. There he was deposited none too ceremoniously in a high bed.
“Just to make sure you stay here, I’m taking your clothes,” said the interne. “Now just relax and take it easy.”
“Relax!”
“Sure, what you got to kick about? Your bills are all being paid. You get twenty-four hours rest, a good looking nurse, and a radio. Also three meals thrown in.”
Jerry settled back into the pillow. “Maybe you’ve got something after all,” he agreed.
“That’s the attitude, boy. Well, I’ll be seeing you.”
Satisfied that Jerry would make no more trouble, he took his clothes and went outside.
Penny and Salt, who had been waiting in the reception room below, stepped from the elevator at that moment.