By good fortune he found Dr. Merritt in.
"You've got Esmé Elliot at the typhus hospital," he said breathlessly.
"Yes. In the isolation ward."
"Why?"
"She's been exposed. She carried a child, in convulsions, into the hospital. The child developed typhus late Saturday night; must have been infected at the time. As soon as I knew, I sent for her, and she came like the brave girl she is, yesterday morning."
"Will she get the fever?"
"God forbid! Every precaution has been taken."
"Merritt, that's an awful place for a girl like Miss Elliot. Get her out."
"Don't ask me! I've got to treat all exposed cases alike."
"But, Merritt," pleaded Hal, "in this case an exception can't injure any one. She can be completely quarantined at home. You told Wayne you owed the 'Clarion' and me a big debt. I wouldn't ask it if it were anything else; but—"