“He was trying to get up.”
“Did he have a gun in his hand?”
“No, sir. I’m sure he didn’t because he had his hands on the floor getting up.”
“And then you saw Dr. Burton.”
“Yes, sir.” She swallowed. “I saw him after Mrs. Burton went to him.”
“What did you do then?”
“Well... I stood there I guess... then Mrs. Burton told me to go for Dr. Foster and I ran out and ran downstairs and they told me Dr. Foster had just left and I went to the elevator—”
“Okay, hold it.”
I looked back over my notes. Mrs. Burton was patting Rose’s arm again and Rose was looking at her with her lip ready to sag. My watch said five minutes till eleven; I had been in that room nearly two hours. There was one thing I hadn’t gone into at all, but it might not be needed and in any event it could wait. I had got enough to sleep on. But as I flipped the pages of my pad there was another point that occurred to me which I thought ought to be attended to. I put the pad and pencil in my pocket and looked at Mrs. Burton:
“That’s all for Rose. It’s all for me too, except if you would just tell Rose—”