“Like the good old days,” smiled Edwards, sipping his glass. “How do you get it?”
“A voluntary donation from a grateful patient, a second steward on board the—but that would be telling.”
Edwards took another sip. “I wish I had one or two patients like that!”
“You’re not likely to get them as long as you stick to your specialty.”
“I suppose not—Hello! What’s all that shouting for?”
Both men listened. Newsboys were yelling an “Extra.” Carlson opened a window, leaned far out, and drew up a paper.
“Just another bank robbery. They’re so common now as to be hardly worth mentioning.”
“Exactly. Anything new in the Holden case?”
“Let’s see.... O yes! Here it is: ‘Father of Ina Holden gets another threatening letter.’”
Edwards’ jaw set. “If I had my way,” he said, “every kidnapper would go to the chair!”