After she had taken his
temperature he jokingly asked her if he bit that there little glass
dingus in two what would happen?"
"Why, I'd have to buy a new one," she replied, smiling.
Pete's face expressed surprise. "Say!" he queried, sitting up, "did
The Spider pay you for bein' my private nurse, too?"
"He must have made some arrangement with Dr. Andover. He put me in
charge of your case."
"But don't you git anything extra for--for smilin' at
folks--and--coaxin' 'em to eat--and wastin' your time botherin' around
'em most all day?"
"The hospital gets the extra money. I get my usual salary."
"You ain't mad at me, be you?"
"Why, no, why should I be?"
"I dunno. I reckon I talk kind of rough--and that mebby I said
somethin'--but--would you mind if I was to tell you somethin'. I been
thinkin' about it ever since you brung that paper. It's somethin'
mighty important--and--"
"Your dinner is getting cold," said Doris.
"Shucks! I jest got to tell somebody! Did you read what was in that
paper?"
Doris nodded.
"About that fella called Steve Gary that The Spider bumped off in that
gamblin'-joint?"
"Yes.
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