“Dr. Faber?”
“Yes.”
“This is Merkley.”
“Yes.”
“Can you come immediately and help me with that fractured-skull case I was telling you about this morning? We’ll have to trepan right away!”
“Trepan nothing!” grunted the Senior Surgeon. “I’ve got to go home early to-night—and help catch a canary.”
“Catch a what?” gasped the younger surgeon.
“A canary,” grinned the Senior Surgeon, mirthlessly.
“A what?” roared the younger man.
“Oh, shut up, you damned fool! Of course I’ll come,” said the Senior Surgeon.