“No.”
“Do you cough?”
“No.”
“Have you pain anywhere?”
“I hardly know. I feel sick all over.”
Carlson thought for a minute. Three days sick, and now a temperature of 105! About time for a skin eruption to begin to show, if it was one of those diseases. He turned to the masked virago who stood beside him.
“I must have more light,” he said abruptly.
The woman hesitated and looked toward the man.
“What about it?” she jerked out.
“What’s the matter with this light?” the man snapped angrily.