“I’m afraid so, yes.”
Dr. Tugler frowned a little, stared hard at the ventilator, and pulled his hands out of his pockets with a jerk.
“Look here, Murchison, you’ve lost your nerve a little. I’ll come round and have a look at the youngster. You had better knock off work to-day.”
“Thanks, I’d rather stick to it. You might see the child, though. I—”
“Well?”
Murchison had turned his face away, and was standing by the window, fumbling with his cuff links.
“I don’t like the look of things. I don’t know why, but a man’s nerve seems to go when he’s doctoring his own kin.”
“That’s so,” and Dr. Tugler nodded.
“Then you’ll come round?”
“Supposing we go at once?”