He hurried to an
ambulance driver who stood in a doorway, solacing his jangled
nerves with a corn-cob smoke.
"Neighbor, did you see any one take the gray car standing here a
few minutes ago?"
"Yep, a feller just came out of the hospital entry, cranked her
and jumped in."
"How long ago?"
"Well, I just returned with a suicide actor case five minutes
ago."
"Then you might have seen him enter first?"
"Nope. Not a sign. All I seen was the way he cranked the
machine, and he didn't waste any elbow grease doin' it, either.
He knew the trick. That's what I thought when I seen him, even
if he did look like a dude."
Shirley hurried to the entry once more. This was the only portal
through which visitors were admitted to the hospital for the
purpose of calling on patients. He hastened to the uniformed
attendant who took down the names of all applicants. This man,
upon inquiry, was a trifle dubious. True, there had been two
Italian women and before them--yes, there had been a young chap
with a green velour hat, and white spats.
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