Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1915-12-02
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OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES

and handed me the document.
Angry and humiliated, l turned to
the door.
had still three or four hours left
me for much-needed sleep. AS yet
nothing had developed which warrant
ed my absence from the usual tour
of night duty.
Tomorrow is another day." / mur-
INJURED to myself as l climbed the
four steps to the level of slushy, rub
bish-littered Greenwich street. "And
then," l went on, "I'll get a trust
worthy translation of John Does let
ter"
turned for farewell glance at
the dingy groggery-turned just in
time to see what l took to be fam
iliar face watching me through the
transparent half. of the closed door.
To me, at distance of eighteen or
twenty feet, the face seemed to be
strangely like that of the SCARED,
withered-eye visitor to Surgical 13.
"My liver must be bad," / unused
as plowed through the slush to my
lodgings, cor else this case must be
getting on my nerves."
CHAPTER w.
The Police Take a Hand.
Seven o'clock that evening found
Surgical 13 all upset.
In my time as an attendant I've
seen outbreaks in the Prisoners Ward,
wild nights in the Alcoholic Ward, as
frenzied I'D. T." patients struggled
against the invisible fantoms, and,
possibly, the less said about the In
sane Pavilion the better.
Yet never before had l seen a ward
20 stirred up.
AS l entered l saw the assistant
superintendent at the flat-topped desk
questioning the day nurse. Two
trembling probationers stood by her.
Around John Does cot were group
ed the ward surgeon, two house sur
yeons, and Miss Prendergast. A
Murphy drip" hung high over the cot
II the man OF mystery, and l realized
simultaneously that the cot of the
wounded Dalmatian was being kept
alive by artificial means-that he was
indeed close upon Deaths threshold.
And the strange eyes of the other
patients were all turned toward Cot
II. AS l passed the cot on my way
to the clothes wardrobe noticed Miss
Julia replacing the digitalis bottle on
the rolling emergency rack, and saw
one of the house surgeons preparing
hypo.
And then I caught the assistant
superintendent eye.
"Come with me. Macdonald" he
directed, bruskly but not unkindly. He
led the way to the elevator, and in
to his private office. He seemed
strangely puzzled and unusually seri-
Gus.
"Sit down" he bade me, simultane-
)uSly SeCtlIS IHe example.
What did you do with that strange
2ritinG you showed me this morn
ng?" he went on to ask.
Briefly told him of the events of
he day--of my visits to the Russian
.onsul-genera's office and the Green
wich establishment of Szabo Roth.
When l had finished the officials
face was a study.
HE'LL" he muttered finally, "I've
got no time for mysteries-hardly
have time TO sleep"
lie yanlSed open one of the desk
drawers, helped himself to cigar, and
absently-mindedly passed me the box.
Gingerly ! accepted one of the
smokes, but forbore lighting it. A
cloud of blue smoke around his head,
the assistant superintendent got down
to business.
"You say this Szabo Roth was
big, fat fellow"
"Did he have red-rimmed eyes and
pimply facet"
"He did, SIR"
"Then that's the same man that
caused all the disturbance up in 49,"
asserted the second-in-command.
/ awaited the further pleasure and
orders of my chief. Eaten up with
curiosity as was, it didn't become me
to ask nuestions of him much as
would have liked to.
"How long have you been with us,
MacDonald?" snapped my vis-a-vis,
after protracted study of his paper
heaped desk.
"Going on eighteen months, sir"
"Drink anythink?"
"a glass of beer now and then,
sir. Never more than three at sit
ting. Liquor, never!"
"Good! You're man I can trust"
said the chief.