"Wilcox, the Resident Surgeon Doc Wilcox," said Kronski, not too patiently. "He was in my room a little while ago. Said he'd drop by on his way out and see if you were in."
Pell glanced at Ciel. She was busy lighting a cigarette at the other end of the room. Or pretending to be busy. Pell said, "I just got here. Just this minute. I didn't see any Wilcox. What'd he want?"
"I don't know exactly. He was kind of vague about it. Wanted to know if he could answer any more questions for us, or anything like that."
"Sounds screwy."
"Yeah. It sure does, now that I think it over."
"Let me call you back," said Pell and hung up. He turned to Ciel. "Was Doc Wilcox here?"
"Why, yes. He stopped in." Nothing but blank innocence on her face.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Hm?" She raised her eyebrows. "He just stopped in to see if you were here, that was all. I told him you weren't and he went out again."
"But you didn't mention it."