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Updated: June 26, 2025
All those other sick duffers would want her to talk to them, and the nurses would stop her, and the young house-doctor would claim a flower for his buttonhole. Chick hated them all indiscriminately. It seemed an hour before her bright, reassuring face bent over him, and he heard her say: "It won't be long, now, Chicky Boy. Dr.
The spasmodic twitching ceased, and his breath came easy and regular. The house-doctor and the nurse looked at each other in admiration of this subtle skill, while Lefevre turned away and passed on. "Where is the man?" said he. "Number Thirteen," answered the house-doctor, leading the way.
The house-doctor asked The Spider if he wished to make a statement. The Spider moved his head in the negative. "I'm done," he whispered, "but I'd like to see Pete a minute." "Pete?" "Room 218," said the nurse. "Oh, you mean young Annersley. Well, I don't know." "He's my boy," said The Spider, using the last desperate argument an appeal difficult to ignore.
The house-doctor had made the last of his rounds and turned into his chambers across the courtyard, and the night-nurses were boiling little kettles in their rooms between the wards. The surgical wards were darkened, and the patients were asleep already. In the medical wards there were screens about certain of the beds, and weary moans came from behind them.
When we came to a great building in a side street on the left, with ambulance vans passing in and out of a wide gateway, she said she was sorry she could not carry baby any further, because she was due in the hospital, where the house-doctor would be waiting for her. "But I hope baby's nurse will be a good one. They're not always that, you know."
The house-doctor saw at once that The Spider could not live, administered a stimulant, and telephoned to the police station, later asking the ambulance-driver for the cabman's number, which the other had failed to notice in the excitement. As he hung up the receiver a nurse told him that the patient was conscious and wanted to speak to Dr. Andover.
"Why, the papers" and Doris bit her lip "I mean Miss Howard, the nurse who was here that night . . ." "When The Spider cashed in?" Doris nodded. "The Spider wasn't my father. But I guess mebby that nurse thought he was, and got things mixed." "The house-doctor would not have had him brought up here if he had thought he was any one else."
The third time that The Spider called at the hospital, and, as usual, in the evening, he was told by the young house-doctor, temporarily in charge, that he could not see the patient in room 218 without permission from the physician in charge of the case, as it was after visiting hours, and, moreover, there had been altogether too much freedom allowed visitors as it was.
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