There was none. But as he stepped down, Mrs. Sharpless whispered to him: “I watched them while you talked, and half of those women are thinking, and thinking hard.”
Six months thereafter, Mrs. Clyde came into the Health Master’s office one day.
“I’ve just come from a sort of experience meeting of the Mothers’ Club,” she said.
“What was the topic this time?” asked Dr. Strong.
“Aftermath.”
“Of what?”
“Your cancer talk.”
“Anything definite?”
“Definite, indeed! Between fifteen and twenty of the members went away from that meeting where you talked, suspecting themselves of cancer.”