"I suppose this ties in somehow with your pantie-raid theory."
"Well, what do you think?"
"I don't think. I just dodge. You'd do well to do the same," Murt told her, putting on his jacket and adjusting his tie.
She sat down in his oak swivel-chair and crossed her slender ankles. "Are you aware of the problem they have downstairs in the out-patient clinic?"
"Hadn't heard," Murt said.
She removed a file from her purse and touched up her short nails. "The outlying clinics are sending their overflow to us. They can't seem to diagnose the odd symptoms they're getting."
"I had noticed the large number of negative test results coming out of the lab," Murt acknowledged. "Haven't followed any of them through, though."
"I have," Phyllis said with a little frown. "Seems to be a psychosomatic nightmare down there."
"What are the symptoms?"