“It is, of course, a condition of which you are too painfully aware; but I conclude the conference with the mention of it, because it has been upon the ability to cope with the desperate that the reputation of the Elijah Wilson has been founded....” Dr. Henry MacArthur hesitated, his eye-glasses carefully poised6 between his right thumb and forefinger7. “Have any of you some special problem you wish the staff to consider? ... If not....” His penetrating8 blue eyes and pointer nose questioned. Men said he could sense a situation in the hospital with the certainty of a dog.
The doctors around the long mahogany table shifted in their chairs and prepared to rise, but 37 Cub9 Sterling10’s voice checked them:
“I have, Dr. MacArthur. A problem which I should like very much....” Cub began unwinding his body and adjusting his bushy head, unconsciously balancing that list in his left shoulder, Dr. Hoffbein, Psychiatrist12-in-Chief of the Elijah Wilson, noted13.
“The matter you told me about yesterday?” There was a note of patience in Dr. MacArthur’s question. “Why not wait until you are certain, Ethridge?”
“No, sir. With your permission, I would rather....”
Words came out of his mouth as though shot by mental force. They were chosen with a clarity, spoken with a certainty and uttered with a velocity15 which tired the ears of these men whose minds had learned the defense16 of slow speech.
Dr. James Harrison raised his shaggy brown eyebrows17 which had not turned gray with his fringe of hair and his beard and reached for his watch. Twenty years ago a smart-alec student had said he looked like Christ in a Derby hat. But even that didn’t stick. A man whose hazel-brown eyes had spent sixty-eight years laughing at life received no permanent nicknames. After thirty years of urology and literature, he still believed that the wages of sin were occasionally a damn good living.
Cub moistened his lips and hunched18 forward.
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Dr. Harrison stroked his Vandyke beard and measured the intensity20 of young Sterling’s excitement. Since Monday staff meetings usually lasted from four to five and that was an hour when nobody ever died, he could give the boy fifteen minutes. After five, the really sick patients didn’t wait for an audience....
“Perhaps the best way to state the situation we suspect is through the facts.” The eyes of the other seven members of the General Staff of the Elijah Wilson Hospital turned to Dr. Ethridge Sterling, Junior, temporarily Physician-in-Chief, aged21 thirty-eight, whose present importance came about through the premature22 death of Dr. Merritt at fifty-two, and the natural advantage of being his father’s son.
Cub continued, “Two patients in Medicine Clinic, B Ward19, have died of causes which seem to our staff not natural in origin and which cannot be traced.”
Dr. Harrison snapped his watch shut and interrupted:
“Ethridge, isn’t it possible you are taking your Hippocratic oath too seriously, son...?”
“Please, Dr. Harrison!” There was a note of almost childish pleading in the man’s voice. “Dr. MacArthur has gone over all of this too, and he thinks it is....”
MacArthur took his hands from his graying 39 temples and stated: “The deaths have occurred in the same bed.”
With that phrase the waters parted, and Cub’s father, Dr. Ethridge Sterling, Senior, Dr. Harrison and Dr. Barton braced24 themselves for the nervous antagonism25 which was rising in Doctors Peters, Paton and Hoffbein.
“The same bed?” Doctors Peters and Hoffbein inhaled26 the phrase as a patient does the ether.
Cub gave one of his quick, emphatic27 nods and continued:
“The first was a goitre I was preparing for Father. Normal case with a good prognosis. Basal average, and nerves in excellent shape, considering the nature of the ailment28. The patient died suddenly and unexpectedly.”
“Who attended her?” cut in Flannel-feet Hoffbein, as he was known to medical students, and Dr. Otto Hoffbein, Psychiatrist, to the world.
Cub Sterling’s internal barometer29 began to rise. The antagonism between these two men was like that between a mule30 and a shetland pony31.
“Dr. Mattus, resident, saw her Thursday morning, Father and I saw her between seven and nine Thursday night and Dr. Sarah James saw her about ten-thirty. She was dead by dawn.”
A grunt32 escaped the set lips of Dr. Harold Barton, Pediatrician-in-Chief.
“Dr. James came to us from the Johns Hopkins 40 Medical School and is one of our best,” Cub defended.
The men held their peace.
“And the other death?” Dr. Virginus Peters, Ophthalmologist-in-Chief, asked, fingering his Sons of Cincinnati rosette which in the private opinion of the majority of the staff should have been a dollar mark. His face was as open as a peach blossom.
With a careful politeness Cub Sterling answered:
“The second was a heart case of a certain type. Also a very good prognosis. Nothing to interfere34 with an ultimate and complete recovery. She was put in the bed the night after the goitre died. A whole day was given to a complete and thorough examination and the findings were as stated. Upon the second night, Saturday, the nurse saw her at twelve and at one. She died, suddenly, between then and daylight.”
“Any autopsies35?” Dr. Peters’ face photographed emotions as a stage does lighting36 effects. It now held interest.
Cub stalled for self-control by lighting a cigarette. MacArthur and Bear Sterling watched carefully. When the cigarette was smoking Cub replied:
“No, Dr. Peters. Not on the first one. We 41 thought that was a ‘fade-out.’ Upon the second there was a thorough autopsy37. Father did it.”
Princeton Peters turned his lavender eyes upon Dr. Ethridge Sterling, Senior.
The only man in the room who appeared to have no interest in the question was Dr. Harrison. He was scrutinizing38 the shadows of the afternoon sun upon the tops of the trees outside.
Doctors Peters, Hoffbein, Barton, and Paton sat, as much as their respective builds allowed, upon the edges of their chairs, and looked at Bear Sterling.
Bear Sterling resembled his famous nickname. But as the years wore on, it should have been changed to Polar-Bear. He riveted39 his decisive steel-gray eyes into Peters and growled40:
“There were no findings.”
The sentence fell upon the table.
MacArthur, who had sat by judicially42, started to close the conference.
Prissy Paton, who had been an obstetrician and gynecologist so long that the staff had grown to consider him partly feminine, blocked MacArthur’s move with his high, soothing43 purr:
“What do you think is back of it, Ethridge?”
“Can’t seem to find anything, physically44, sir.”
Dr. Harrison continued contemplating45 the leaves. Dr. MacArthur realized the thing must be seen through and settled back in his chair.
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Dr. Hoffbein, Psychiatrist, who was perfectly46 aware that the staff didn’t think so much of “black magic”, therefore enunciated47 his words with an incisive48 clarity and leaned forward:
“What is your personal impression, Sterling?”
He inserted his sentences the way other men did hypodermics.
Cub Sterling gave himself an angular brace23 and replied:
“Must be something other than natural causes, Doctor. Everything has been checked. Everything! Dr. MacArthur and I have combed the department. The superintendent49 of nurses has checked the supervisor50, the head nurse, the graduate floor nurse, and I’ve gone over my internes thoroughly51 ... man by man ... and woman by woman.... The reason I’m bringing it before the staff is I’m stumped52. Your experience ... then, too, medical patients are often in the hospital six weeks to two months. We can’t have the thing repeated....”
“Fear psychosis,” Hoffbein grunted53.
Bear Sterling heaved his thick shoulders and began fingering his key ring. Hoffbein and his foolishness!
This small oddly shaped brass54 key, and people dying when you least expected, made him think of the door to the cupola of the Administration Building: the door nobody had ever entered since that night so many years ago when he had fixed55 Flossie 43 Matthews for Ted5 Longstreet ... before he was old enough to see why a reputable surgeon never had any business....
Ted had held the chloroform rag, and after giving her a transfusion56 of his own blood, had fainted and fallen against his operating hand so that the scalpel punctured57 her femoral artery58 ... and Flossie hemorrhaged; and Ted lay in the pool of blood. When he came to, she was dead ... of chloroform. In the meantime he had tied the artery, somehow....
“Gone” ... he could still hear Ted’s voice and see that hoggish59 splotch of blood his coat made upon the white plaster wall as he leaned against it and stretched his slim hands out toward the lids of Flossie’s staring blue eyes.
Murder! Murder! He’d slipped in operations since, but Ted Longstreet was the first man he ever heard cry. That night, even now ... they were all so young! She was a Tribly, Ted an interne, and he....
Not all the honors in the world would ever make him forget how they got the cadaver60 down the obscure winding11 stairway behind the Director’s office, the Nursing office, the pharmacy61, into the elevator and down to the old cadaver vat33.... Whew!
It was before they began ticketing stiffs and just after they changed from the hook system and the 44 vat was a slimy mass of bodies, under which they were pushing, sliding, hiding....
Then that vile62 job of cleaning up the cupola. That blotch63 of blood Ted’s back had left and which wouldn’t come off and Ted’s saying:
“Sterling, every sunset the sky will reflect that I’ve broken my Oath and murdered....”
And the next day Longstreet had committed suicide.
He had never been back to that cupola! Nobody had been there. The only key remained upon his ring day and night. Since he was famous, he had tried to believe that the blotch was faded, but there came spells still where he’d lose the key in his dreams and hunt and hunt; when he couldn’t make himself enter the hospital by the main entrance; when he would be unable to look at the cupola.
It took ten years of dissecting64 medical students to finish Flossie; even then her legs were perfect enough to carry over to the new pathology building. They had a curve, even to the last ... an irresistible65 curve....
Why couldn’t he ever learn that he must not look backward? If he had looked backward then, he could never have married old Dr. Jemison’s daughter and been the proud father of Cub and honorary this and that.
The only people who had ever known were dead. Long dead....
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Dr. Sterling was cut back into the tense antagonism which was rising between his son and Hoffbein, when Hoffbein remarked:
“Have you no private conclusions, Ethridge?”
“This is no psychiatric examination, Hoffbein,” said Bear. Bear’s eyes also knew the hypodermic trick.
“My son has told you the facts, and asked the staff’s aid. He suspects an unnatural66 situation in his department, and asks, in relation to the hospital, how our experience would lead us to handle it. That’s simple, and like all simple things, complex enough, isn’t it?”
Dr. Harrison took his eyes from the leaves, looked at his watch and rose. He had said nothing for minutes. His action had the effect of a seine upon minnows.
They were caught in his force. He said:
“What is being done with the bed now, Ethridge?”
“It is in use, sir. A patient of Father’s.”
“Excellent.”
Then with the steady stroke of a masseur, he went on:
“I see nothing the staff collectively can contribute which Ethridge and Dr. MacArthur have not already covered. Mysteries in medicine are more frequent than recoveries and Ethridge has my profound respect for acknowledging himself up 46 against one. When one has toyed with homo sapiens as long as Bear and I have, one realizes that they are so damn full of mystery ... after all, people will die!”
“After the most beautiful operations!” Bear exploded.
“And the ugliest babies,” Prissy Paton’s life-long impulse to fawn67 had tricked him again.
With his remark, the opposition68 collapsed69.
The most respected and the weakest member of the staff had declared themselves. There was nothing more to be said.
With several passing pats upon Ethridge’s shoulders the meeting broke up.
Bear Sterling lowered his iceberg70 brows at the utterly71 self-righteous bows with which Hoffbein and Princeton Peters retired72 and growled:
“Come on out to dinner, Mac, and I’ll tell you about the golf I shot yesterday.”
Flannel-feet Hoffbein drew his half-expended smile back into his facial muscles and slithered out of the Administration Building and to the right down the long corridor.
Princeton Peters pulled on his gray gloves and sailed into the main lobby, past the statue of Elijah Wilson, founder74, through the front door of the Administration Building and into his waiting Packard. As the car slid down Wilson Boulevard 47 he turned his stately head and gave the Administration Building a regretful stare. The architects had been at variance75 about the period and the structure screamed their different tastes. The four corner turrets76 were the desire of Elijah Wilson’s engineering-brother. The cupola was the addition of a New York consultant77; and Princeton’s educated-man’s knowledge of the arts was always upset by the bastard78 byzantine building. If he had been on hand forty years ago....
The car slid down hill and he folded his hands sorrowfully.
Dr. Harold Barton squared his stocky body which had never outgrown79 the reach of any child’s hand, and forged to the right down the corridor behind, well behind, Hoffbein.
Prissy Paton stuck his smooth, pudgy and wonderfully capable hands into his vest pockets, turned down the long corridor to the left and in what his students called his “delivery walk,” caught up with the lengthy80 stretch of Cub Sterling’s legs.
“Remember, Ethridge, my boy, we are behind you. We have every confidence in....”
A group of internes passed and Prissy’s green eyes noted that Ethridge barely acknowledged their greeting. Then that report about his never speaking to anybody except with a nod was true. Too bad! Too bad! He had been against his elevation81 from the first. Too young! Told Peters and 48 Hoffbein so; tried to tell MacArthur, but the meeting came the day, the very hour the Governor’s wife....
“Great confidence, Lad,” he purred paternally82 and pattered away.
Cub gave the door of Medicine Clinic a shove and strode into the elevator.
Two minutes later he walked into Room Two, off Ward B, and closed that door. The inclination83 to be comforted, when harassed84, was new to him. He thought he was being medical and “carrying on.”
Sally Ferguson turned over languidly and slit73 her eyes slightly.
She was damned tired of being poked85 at by that Jew resident and that hen medic; of figuring out a career and a medical school for her famous father; of taking cascara and mineral oil; of being a sport and trying to like it.
Her long lashes86 raised. The slits87 widened.
Cub forgot his irritation88 and gazed helplessly.
Her lips began to part scornfully and she said:
“Well ... at last! Unchaperoned and alone! Can I believe my own eyes? Give me a cigarette while I regain89 my composure.”
“No, Miss Merriweather. You are much better, but you mustn’t smoke!”
She turned her back and lay utterly silent. Then in a husky pleading voice she began:
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“Of course you are too famous to be human! I didn’t know you were famous. I ought to though! Famous, dictatorial90, and snappish. So overbearing flies won’t even bite you! One of these pure-women-men. No smoking allowed in His Presence!”
Cub laughed spontaneously, and the girl flopped91 over furiously.
The eyes blacked and the lashes began to wilt92:
“Shut up!”
Her voice had tears in it. Cub’s amusement fell through his lips:
“Sophie!”
She sat bolt up and every curl on her head shook:
“You devil! You....” Her face changed desperately93 and she fell backward.
“Where? Where was it?” Cub leaned over and demanded.
“In my leg. My left leg....” She sighed.
He threw back the sheet and began examining. His brows had knit heavily. His mouth was inexpressive and controlled.
The girl bit her lips, but when her eyes caught his, she said, flatly:
“Come on. The truth. What is it?”
Cub’s medical cloak lowered. He replied cheerfully:
“Just a strain. These things crop up like bursting blisters94 after accidents, Sophie.”
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Her voice was frighteningly quiet and shocked him out of his shell. She said:
“It doesn’t do any good to lie to a person without relatives. I report murder trials, you know ... and I have a hellish imagination. No truth is as bad as imagination!”
Cub’s hand covered hers quickly. Their eyes locked and his voice was calm and certain:
“It may be nothing. It may be a touch of phlebitis. In either event, I’ll take no chances. That leg is to be bound and remain bound for twenty-four hours. And you are to lie absolutely still and leave all of the worrying to me.”
He gave the hand a squeeze and began sliding too deeply into her eyes. He said banteringly:
“What brand do you smoke, Soph?”
Twinkles pleated around her nose, but her lips were sober:
“What’s phlebitis?”
Cub shook his head threateningly:
“My dear little question mark, won’t you ever relax?”
The twinkles burst through and she threw back:
“If I did, I’d be an exclamation95 point!”
Their laughter interlaced, and he switched the conversation and asked:
“How’s Dr. Merriweather?”
“Living with his second wife, still operating 51 every morning, writing textbooks in the afternoon.... No! he couldn’t do that.... Those bitches would have to know the titles....”
Cub laughed uproariously:
The girl asked:
“How’s your father?” A fine radiance wakened her features, and she continued, “I like your father. I heard him talk at the Medical Convention Dinner last winter and I like him, tremendously.”
Cub bowed quickly. Then, to cover his embarrassment96, asked:
“What were you doing there?”
She twisted her head in the pillows and replied, demurely97:
“Oh, I was sitting among the medical wives and daughters.”
Cub laughed again, and the timbre98 of it made her blush. She said quickly:
“Truth is, if you remember, Doctor, that dinner took place the day after New Years. I was in the Press box pinch-hitting for ... believe it or not ... the star reporter!”
“Queer I didn’t see you.” The tone carried admiration99.
“You couldn’t very well. I was behind a curtain trying to keep up with your father’s mental ball-bearings.”
“They roll,” Cub said admiringly, then he asked, slowly:
“What’s your name ... really...?”
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Her mouth twitched100 slightly:
“According to medical records, Doctor, Sophie Merriweather. But according to the church register, Sally Ferguson. To the reporters on The Call, ‘Ferg’ ... to my father I ... was ... ‘Salscie’ ... I like that best of all....”
Her body began to stiffen101 and Cub straightened the cover over her legs. His voice was casual:
“She sounds like a cigarette smoker102. What’s the brand ... Miss Salscie?”
She looked at him slowly. Then she smiled.
And Cub said, “Camels, Chesterfields, Old Golds...?”
She nodded and he repeated:
“Old Golds?”
She nodded again, and he said:
“Try to get you a pack at Otto’s. Bring them over later.”
Her voice returned:
“Who’s Otto?”
He walked to the door before he spoke14 and then he said:
“A bartender who gave me my first belt, first suspenders, first razor ... and my first drink! May be late tonight before I get over there. After eleven, probably. My house staff meets in ten minutes. Then supper and after that ... rounds. Be a good child, Salscie....”
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Her eyes and mouth broke into a natural smile, which followed him out of the door.
When his footsteps echoed out of hearing, Sally Ferguson remembered that she hadn’t asked him any of the things she had intended to find out.
When Dr. Ethridge Sterling, Junior, again appeared in the main corridor he had changed to white hospital coat. The sun had left the trees in the back garden of the great hospital and the nurses were switching past in lines of five or six on their way to supper in the new Nurses’ Home.
Had he put it to his staff in the proper way? It was troublesome having women in a meeting. No matter how hideous103 they were. They always listened to what you said and divined what you didn’t say, and whatever else came of this thing he had to stick by his staff. If for one half second they suspected....
And in a time like this why in the hell.... If love was as easy to diagnose as disease ... if he could be perfectly sure! He had been married to medicine for thirty-eight years and they had got along pretty well.... Why not leave well enough alone! He glanced up at the corridor clock and swung ’round and returned to Medicine Clinic again. This was no time to walk along reflecting upon what a smile could mean. Better tell Miss 54 Kerr how things stood. If your head nurse got down on you....
He lit a cigarette and considered. The proper thing was to go to his own office and send for Miss Kerr. But if he handled her with a touch of gallantry, she was always easier.
As the corridor light threw his shadow across the doorsill, Miss Kerr laid down her pen and carefully smiled. Before she did either of these things one was always aware that she knew whom her eyes would appraise104.
“Dr. Ethridge!”
She always called him that. When he was “a darling little boy,” she had come from Massachusetts General to “help make the Elijah Wilson.”
Cub folded his frame into a chair and adjusted it into angles of dignity.
“Miss Kerr, at the General Staff Meeting this afternoon I reported the two unexplained deaths on B Ward.”
“Why, Dr. Ethridge! You ... you ... wasn’t it a little odd ... to ... er....”
“I don’t believe so. Dr. MacArthur and I....”
“But you,” she interrupted him and Cub felt instinctively105 that the fire had reached the ridgepole, “you put the nursing service in a very compromising position. A matter which reflects so unfavorably upon the whole medical unit should, I most emphatically feel, have been discussed with 55 the head of every department before being presented to the General.” A sanctimonious106 note entered her heaves of indignation.
“It was.”
He scratched his nose with such care that unless Miss Kerr had been painfully aware he was contemplating her large flat feet she would have noticed it. He knew that the nurses since time immemorial had called her “Foots,” and she knew he knew it.
“Discussed. Yes. Grilled107, perhaps better suits what the nursing staff has been subjected to. But before we were disgraced I do think....”
“You speak as though you alone were bearing the whole thing.”
“Really ... er ... er,” her pompadour and bosom108 ascended109, “Dr. Merritt always....” then her china blue eyes protruded110 and she snapped:
“You speak as though you suspect my service, Doctor. In all the years Dr. Merritt’s staff....”
“We suspect nobody, Miss Kerr. We do expect the nursing service to co?perate and do as it is ordered to by the medical. This is not a time for disagreements. Wherever the blame, until that blame is placed we are all culpable111.
“Dr. MacArthur asked me before the meeting if there were any special nurses on B Ward. Are there?”
“None.”
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“In what classes are the five student nurses?”
“Two in the class graduating in January, two in the next year’s class and one entered training last fall. Really, Dr. Ethridge, hasn’t my service been probed far enough? For you, Dr. MacArthur, the superintendent of nurses, and the head of the training school, to suspect my staff....”
Cub cut her short.
“We suspect nobody ... and everybody, Miss Kerr.”
But woman roused without consent of will is always woman who will not keep still.
“But to humiliate112 me before Dr. Paton ... he’s always been against me ... and dear Dr. Hoffbein and even in front of Dr. Peters ... without allowing me to utter one single word in my defense....”
“My dear Miss Kerr, will you never realize that you haven’t been, as you call it, ‘humiliated’? As your line of duty in a crisis, your service ... like ours ... is suspected of a failure ... somewhere.”
He rose and turned.
She towered from her chair with the determination of a mule.
“The idea! After all of these years! I can answer now ... and later, Doctor, for my staff ... and myself.”
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The last word came in two ascending113 notes of inquiry114.
“I trust you are correct, Miss Kerr. Good evening.”
The water-off-a-duck’s-back nonchalance115 with which he quitted her office left Miss Roenna Kerr, Class of ’90 M. G. and head nurse in Medicine Clinic Elijah Wilson Hospital since 1900, with a sensation of standing116 with her feet in a puddle117.
As the elevator girl respectfully bore him to the top floor where his early rounds began, Dr. Ethridge Sterling, Junior, slouched with his tongue in the corner of his mouth. He was thinking:
“Could break her damn neck! Sex-repressed old maid.”
Miss Patricia Withers118 had been night superintendent of nurses so many years that she had developed an hourly routine.
From two to four-thirty, after all of the clinics had checked-in their midnight patient rounds, she read mystery stories.
After thirteen false clues and flukes, she had just reached the place where the real murderer was to be revealed when her telephone bell intervened.
With an intensity, every motion of which was profane119, she snatched up the receiver:
“Well,” upon a rising note.
The voice at the other end quaked:
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“General Superintendent’s office?”
Miss Withers checked her: “Yes. What do you want?”
“This is Medicine Clinic, Ward B, Miss Evelina Kerr, Student Nurse, speaking. The telephone of the night supervisor Medicine Clinic does not answer, so I am reporting to your office the death of Alice Tuck, patient in Bed 11.”
“What?” Miss Withers’ breath pushed each letter through the receiver.
“Reporting the death....” the student nurse’s voice began to quaver it out again.
“I heard you before, child! Are you sure? No pulse? No respiration120? Draw the curtains and leave everything exactly ... exactly, you understand until your superiors come....”
There seemed to be no response and Miss Withers feared the nurse had fainted.
“Can you hear me?” the authority in her voice would have revived the dead woman, if she had been nearer.
“Yes’m,” the girl breathed.
“Then do as I order.”
The night operator of the hospital was interrupted in her regular reverie as to whether she could get into the movies, by Miss Withers:
“Get Dr. Mattus. Get the morgue. Get Dr. 59 Ethridge Sterling, Junior. Get Dr. Sarah James ... and get Miss Kerr.”
The telephone girl decided121 that was enough for the present and rang off.
“Hell-let-loose,” she muttered and began ringing Mattus’ ’phone.
Miss Withers sat drumming her desk. Again. That’s the third one! Superstitions122! Like three on a match!
Dr. Sidney Mattus turned over in his white iron bed in his “Germicidal Cell,” and reached for the ringing telephone.
“Huzzies!”
He spat123 the word with sleepy vehemence124 born of unconscious fatigue125. The contact between his ear and the receiver took several motions.
“Nayaa.” The inflection bore no interest, it was simply a sign that contact had been established.
“Dr. Mattus?” Miss Withers’ voice was like a splash of cold water.
“What is it?” he was bluntly and resentfully awakening126.
“Miss Withers, speaking. The woman in Medicine, Ward B, Bed 11, is dead.”
“Humh? Dead? Couldn’t be!”
“Alice Tuck, Bed 11, Ward B....”
Mattus now wide awake thundered, “Who says so?”
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“The floor night student nurse has just reported to me. That’s the bed....”
Mattus, too, had realized that it was. He was busily pulling on his pants. The receiver lay upon the pillow and he was calling into the mouthpiece.
“Get Cub Sterling. Notify Dr. MacArthur. Keep the day staff off the floor until notified. Call the morgue. Call.... My God, Miss Withers, call everybody but the police! No you don’t. Don’t call anybody but Sterling until I verify the nurse’s statement.”
He ran from the room, the telephone receiver still upon the bed and the lights burning. He started around the octagonal hall toward the stairway. Three flights below ... in the center of the lobby ... he could see the statue of Elijah Wilson.
As he reached the second floor he finished buttoning his pants and started toward the door of Dr. Sarah James, then remembered:
“Spending the night with her mother in Cincinnati. She would be!”
With an indignant grunt he had passed the statue and was letting out his stride down the long corridor.
As neither Dr. Cub Sterling nor Dr. Henry MacArthur answered immediately, the operator rang Miss Roenna Kerr.
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Miss Kerr and Miss Withers were classmates at Mass. General and it seemed only fair to tip her....
The bedroom of Miss Roenna Kerr was bare as an operating room. It was also a front line trench128, but the enemy in this case was age. Upon one chair reposed129 a specially130 built corset to hide the collapsing131 stomach. Under the bed stood, like a pair of dachshunds, two large white shoes with built-in bunion-rests. Under her chin nestled a wrinkle strap132 and her hair was in “papers.” Kid papers, too. She snored with heavy precision.
For the first time since the fire in Ward M she was awakened133 by the insistent134 clamor of her telephone. She arose, put on her wool wrapper, loosened the chin strap, and walked over to the ’phone.
“Eeenie, the patient in Bed 11, Ward B, Medicine Clinic, is dead!”
As quickly as the voice had come it had gone and for the first time in all the years she had been a nurse Miss Kerr stood inefficiently135 looking into a silent telephone!
Then, in her highnecked nightgown, she assumed her military bearing and muttered:
“I don’t care whose son he is!”
As assistant to Dr. Merritt, Cub Sterling had occupied a series of rooms on the second floor of the Administration Building. Graduated to “golden 62 oak,” the internes called it. The furniture had belonged to Elijah Wilson.
Sterling still used the rooms.
When his telephone began ringing, he lay caticornered in his golden oak double bed with a pillow nestled into his neck. He had reached that second sleep where even an insistent telephone cannot cut the purple mist.
But the night operator of the Elijah Wilson had awakened Cub before. She began ringing in short hysterical136 jerks like the throbs137 of a bad heart.
Cub awoke.
The pillow—when he became aware it was a pillow—flew through a door and landed in the bath tub.
He took his fury out upon the ’phone.
“’Lo”
The result was the same as if he had said “Boo!”
Miss Withers actually lost her speech.
Cub repeated the process and then in exasperation138 rung off.
In the interim139 Dr. Mattus had cut in upon Miss Withers’ line.
“Miss Withers? Dr. Mattus. She’s dead!”
“Dead?”
“Stone! Get Dr. Sterling ... wherever he is ... get him ... quick!”
Cub had decided, now he was awake, to smoke a cigarette. The pillow was no go ... but that 63 lovely little laugh when he handed her the cigarettes....
The ’phone interrupted him.
He repeated his “’Lo!”
“Dr. Sterling, Miss Withers,” the words were tumbling. “Pupil nurse Medicine reported patient in Bed 11, Ward B, dead four minutes ago. Dr. Mattus has confirmed the....”
The cigarette followed the pillow ... but was aimed at a different receptacle.
“Dead! You’re wrong. I saw her at rounds. About seven. Dead!” His incredulity almost Stopped his speech. “Gimme Mattus!”
“Dr. Mattus is on Ward B....”
“All right. All right. Tell him to wait till I get over there before ... and Miss Withers, call Dr. MacArthur right away. It’s....”
He had started to say murder ... but he hung up instead....
The night operator snapped to the exchange:
“Now keep on ringing and let me know when you get Riverside 7892, Dr. Henry MacArthur.”
“Say, what’s the trouble. Can’t you wait....”
“Listen, Pal,” the night operator responded. “You know as much as I do. A woman ‘went out’ and the whole place is raisin’ hell....”
“Aw girlie, quit y’kiddin’. What did they expect her to do? That’s a hospital, ain’t it?”
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In what the architects refer to as “The Master’s chamber” of a white colonial house replete140 with early American antiques—mostly genuine pieces inherited from his wife’s mother—Dr. Henry MacArthur snored peacefully. His wife was in Paris and he had spent from ten to midnight propped141 up in bed, smoking cigarettes and sipping142 whiskey highballs. The enjoyment143 of sprees is based upon comparison.
He lay with one arm against his head, the other thrown out, from habit, toward his wife’s side. He snored with vehemence; he had had a grand time....
Upon a bedside table lay a volume of Osler’s essays and several medical journals. They were dusty. Only the telephone appeared to have been used within the last week.
The telephone was as necessary to Dr. MacArthur’s existence as his eye-glasses. To be so excellent a director of so tremendous a hospital demanded that at any moment of any hour he must be immediately available and ready with a wise, sane144, judicial41 decision upon any subject under the sun. Therefore wherever he went, whenever he went, whyever he went could be known by any head nurse who cared to inquire. That was why he had enjoyed his spree.
It had been the servants’ night off.
It had been utterly private.
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He was topping it off with uninterrupted snores.
But the night telephone operator at the hospital worked upon the principle that all men past thirty snore. Therefore she took several surreptitious puffs145 of a cigarette, cut in upon the exchange and settled herself to the task of drowning out a snore ... long, continuous, vibrating, insistent, monotonous146....
She was successful.
The monotony of the bell dripped through to Dr. MacArthur’s consciousness. He turned over and put the pillow over his head.
The operator took several more puffs and began again ... this time in the angry insistence147 of a crying baby.
MacArthur succumbed148 and reached feebly for the receiver. It was no use. She rang like a wrong number. But it was no use.
He was fully4 awake but kept his eyes shut, in an endeavor to keep them from aching, which they did anyhow ... terribly.
He fumbled149 the receiver off the hook.
His “yes,” was like a cow’s “moo.”
The voice which responded hit his brain with an impact. He opened his eyes and listened:
“This is Cub Sterling. The patient in Bed 11, Ward B, is dead. Found by the night nurse fifteen minutes ago.”
“Dead?”
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“Yes, sir. Mattus and I have both examined her. There are no signs of ... of anything. It..... What shall we do, Dr. MacArthur?”
“Remove the body to the autopsy room. Order immediate127 autopsy. Keep entire staff intact. Notify your father. Keep everything and everybody composed and wait for me.”
The clearness in his head seemed to recede150 and he crawled out of bed with a horrible weariness.
He had fought death, deceit, politics, criticism, financial panics, women ... but this was his first experience with ... murder!
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mule
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vat
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autopsies
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lighting
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autopsy
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growled
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judicially
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physically
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contemplating
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superintendent
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supervisor
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thoroughly
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stumped
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brass
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fixed
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transfusion
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punctured
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artery
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cadaver
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pharmacy
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fawn
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bastard
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elevation
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