Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1910-03-23

Probably hadn't yet discovered the
Bronson notes-providing you hold to
your theory that the theft was in
cidentai to the murder. May have
wanted his own clothes again, or to
thank you for yours. Search me; l
can't think of anything else" The
doctor came in just then.
AS said before, I think lot of my
doctor-when l am i'll. He is a young
man, with an air Of breezy self-confi-
dence and good humor. He looked di-
rectly past the bottle, which is very
valuable accomplishment, and shook
hands with Mcknight until 1 could
put the cigarettes under the bed
clothes. He had interdicted tobacco.
Then he sat down beside the bed and
felt around the bandages with hands
as gentle as baby's.
Pretty good shape" he said. How
did you sleep?"
ooh, occasionally" l replied. II
would like to sit up, doctor"
Nonsense. Take a rest while you
have an excuse for it. 1 wish to thun-
der could stay in bed for day or
so. I was up all night"
"Have a drink" Mcknight said,
pushing over the bottle.
"Twins!" The doctor grinned.
"Have two drinks"
But the medical man refused.
ct wouldn't even wear champagne
colored necktie during business
hours" he explained. "By the way,
I had another case from your acct
dent Mr.. Blakeley, last yesterday aft
ernoon. Under the tongue, please"
He stuck a thermometer in my mouth.
had a sudden terrible vision of the
amateur detective coming to light,
notebook, cheerful impertinence and
discriminating data. "a small man?"
I demanded, GRAY hair"
Keep your mouth closed" the doc
tor said peremptorily. mo. A wom-
an, with a fractured skull. Beautiful
case Van Kirk was up to his eyes
and sent for me. Hemorrhage, right
sided paralysis, irregular pupils-all
the trimmings. Worked for two
hours"
did she recover?" Mcknight put in.
He was examining the doctor with a
new awe.
"She lifted her right arm before
left" the doctor finished cheerily, so
the operation was success, even if
she should die"
Good heavens" Mcknight broke
in. land 1 thought you were just an
ordinary mortal, like the rest of US!
Let me touch you for luck. Was she
pretty?"
Eyes, and young. Had wealth Of
bronze-colored hair. Upon my soul,
I hated to cut it."
Mcknight and 1 exchanged glances.
do you know her name, doctorr'
asked.
mo. The nurses said her clothes
came from a Pittsburg tailor"
"She is not conscious, suppose?
mo; she may be to-morTow-or in
q week"
He looked at the thermometer,
murmured something about liquid diet,
avoiding my eye-Mrs. Klopton was
broiling a chop at the time-and TOOK
his departure, humming cheerfully as
he went downstairs. Mcknight looked
after him wistfully.
"Jove, l wish l had his constitu-
tion," he exclaimed. Neither nerves
nor heart! What a chauffeur he would
make!"
But was serious.
81 have an idea," I said grimly,
"that this small matter of the murder
is going to come up again, and that
your uncle will be in the deuce of
fix if it does. If that woman is going
to die, somebody ought to be around
to take her deposition. She knows a
lot, if she didn't do it herself. l wish
you would go down to the telephone
and get the hospital. Find out her
name. and if she is conscious"
Mcknight went under protest. 1
haven't much time" he said, looking
at his watch. I'm to meet Mrs. West
and Alison at one. I want you to
know them, Lollie. You would like