Joan Webb
"There's been an—ah—accident," said Mr. Peet, and he licked his lips. "Call a doctor, Miss Webb."
Miss Webb raised an eyebrow, went to the visoscreen. In a moment she had tuned in the prim starched figure of a nurse seated at a desk.
"Could Dr. Baer rush right over here? There's been an accident."
"Rush over where?" said the girl in the visoscreen. "These gadgets aren't telepathic, honey."
"Oh," said Miss Webb, "the offices of the Latonka Trust."
The girl in the visoscreen thawed like ice cream in the sun. "I'm sure Dr. Baer can come. He'll be there in a moment."