“She is the best we have. Not using an assistant throws a tremendous responsibility and strain on the nurse, and Doctor Brainard naturally wanted the most expert one he could get.”
“Then there was nothing personal—”
“I don’t think so. Doctor Brainard has a strong influence over Leerie, but I believe it is only what any surgeon with distinction and power would have. If she really cared for Doctor Brainard, she wouldn’t have said what she did when I asked her to take the appointment.”
“What did she say?” Peter leaned forward eagerly and gripped the edge of the desk.
“She said she would rather be suspended for three more years than do it, but if there was no one else, she guessed she could manage it for the honor of the San.”
“What did she mean?”
“Oh, that’s just a by-phrase among those of us who have worked here a long while and feel a certain loyalty and responsibility for the ideals of this institution. We have tried to stand for honest, humane work as against mere moneygrubbing and popularity.”
“I see. That’s why Dempsy sent me here; that’s why he’s coming himself. Thank you, Miss Maxwell. I hope you’re right.” Peter straightened himself and moved toward the door.
“Wait a minute, Mr. Brooks. How much do you know of what happened three years ago?”
“Just what has dripped from the wagging tongues.” Peter smiled ironically.