The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1936-01-16

nandle. the case? Man alive, you
are in no shape-I'd be glad to take
it over for you. Or, maybe, there's
some one else"
Scott broke in, grimly. Thanks,
but this is my job. I'm going 20
put something more into pulling this
boy throcgh than man ordinarily
gives to a case. And I'm risking
something more precious to me than
my life to do it. Harvey 1 need
help"
You know I'll be glad to do what
I can"
Get into your car and drive like
the devil to the Cameron home at
1900 Magnolia and bring my wife
back with you'll"
Bring" DR.. Robertson's mouth
| few open.
"DRING her back with you. Tell
- her was coming for her when
this accident happened. You'll get
off right away. won't you? / can't
explain, but it's case of every min
ute counting.
DR.. Robertson stammered, "Of
course-right off,"
Scott reached out ond gripped the
other physicians hand hard for a
moment and then startpd on a run.
DR.. Robertson stood staring after
him. Scott had looked irresponsible
and he had sounded like a crazy
man. Then he had made this re-
quest which had been even more in
sane. Sending him after his di-
vorced wife!
He got his hat and went out in
to the court in the rear of the build
ing to get his cer. Two of his COL
leagues, DIR. Charles Warwick and
DIR. Phillip Stern, were coming in
together. They stopped and spoke
to him.
'Your busy day over, Robertson"
DR.. Warwick asked.
mo"
He didn't relish his mission and
some of his distaste was in his
voice. II made promise to look
after something for Stanley. He's
all cut up over something. He's
brought in ar accident case. I fig
ire he figured in it, some way"
"DROBABLY been drinking" said
DR.. Stern. Suppose you've
heard his divorced wife is getting
married tonight"
Good heavens, moi"
DR.. Stern nodded.
II guess that's true" DR.. War;
wick said. eve heard it, too. The
OsborneS' cook told our cook that
one of the Cameron granddaugh-
tiers was marrying Ronald Moore
tonight. He was in love with Mrs.
Stanley before she married. And
since he returned from Europe, he's
been camping on her doorstep, they
say. Seen everywhere together"
What was it Stanley wanted you
to do?" DR.. Stern asked.
Nothing of any importance" DIR.
Robertson answered. Gust a small
He went toward his car, waited
until the two men had entered the
hospital and then slowly retraced
his steps.
1t was a good thing he had
bumped into the two men. It was
queer he hadn't suspected Scott was
drinking. And here he had been
planning to humor a man who
probably didn't realize what crazy
request he was making.
He might have known, if he had
used his head, that Stanley had
either been drinking or was just off
bender. Calling Dana Stanley
my wife" when they'd been di-
vorced for months.
TT WOULD have been a pretty
l. come-off if he had walked into
the wedding and commanded the
bride to accompany him TO meet
her former husband
1t would have been something he
would never have lived down. He'd
offered to take over the accident
case. But he would be damned If
he would make an ass of himself.
He got off on the fourth floor.
Miss Hazelton, Stsnley's anesthetist,
was hurrying along the corridor.
That meant he was going to oper-
ate. You had to admire him for
character and cool nerve. Feeling
responsible in some way for the
smash up and determined to put the
boy together again.
Miss Reid, floor supervisor, looked
up when he passed her desk and
spoke.
THE. automobile accident case
pretty serious?" He asked.
Rather, doctor. Intracranial
hemorrhage. But he'll have fine
chance. DR.. Stanley's operating
DR.. Robertson walked on. The
hospital staff certainly had con-
fldence in Stanley. Well, he was a
mighty keen young surgeon. And
after awhile he was going to come
out of that operating room and he'd
have to tell him something.
He would say something impor-
tant had come up preventing him
from going on Scott's mission. A
man had his own professional
standing to consider. And it was
easy enough to make mistakes. It
would be mistake to antagonize
Ronnie Moore.
He was feeling uncomfortable
for some reason. It was a feeling
that surely had no logic, connected
with it. But he was worried, logic
or not.
SCOTS face kept coming before
| him There had been Snrnethinn