“Doctor Devoll is the head physician, isn’t he?” he asked quietly.
“Yes, sir,” said the attendant. “He runs the place.”
“The big finger, eh?”
“That’s what.”
“I have heard he’s very skillful.”
“None better, sir.”
“I wonder——” Brady dropped his voice to a whisper: “I wonder whether there’s a telephone I can use on the quiet. I want to talk with Chief Gleason, at headquarters.”
“Sure,” the attendant nodded. “There’s one in the operating room. No one is there now. I’ll show you.”
“Half a minute,” Brady muttered. Then, turning to Donovan, he whispered: “Have an eye on the girl, Jim, and keep your ears open when she revives. Get me?”
“Sure!”