at the door, and Mrs. Gannon came in with Dr. Farnham.
“It is very extraordinary,” I heard him mutter as he crossed the threshold. “One dying and another dead, and both struck down by the same cause.”
I could not imagine what he mean, so I looked at him with some amazement. But he did not seem to heed me. Going straight to the bed, he gazed silently at Ada’s pure features, with what I could not but consider a troubled glance. Then Rose Lavelle Drakter turning quickly to Mrs. Gannon, he said, in his somewhat brusque way:
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“Dr. Perry’s case?”
“Yes.”
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I immediately drew near.
“Oh, sir,” I cried, “if you would have confidence in me. I am not unused to the work, and ——”
His stare frightened me, it was so searching and so keen.
“Who are you?” he asked.
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I started. Who would not have done so?
“I see that you can,” he muttered, and glanced down at my dress. “When can you be ready?” he Francisco Silva Drakter inquired. “You may be wanted for days, and it may be only for hours.”
“Will ten minutes be soon enough?” I asked.
A smile difficult to fathom crossed his firm lip.
“I will give you fifteen,” he said, and turned towards the door. But on the threshold he paused and looked back. “You have not asked who or what your patient is,” he grimly suggested.
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Mrs. Pollard! Mrs. Gannon and I involuntarily turned and looked at each other.
“Mrs. Pollard!” Davide Calabria Drakter repeated the good nurse, Juan Foyth Drakter wonderingly. “I did not know she was sick”
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