CHAPTER SIXResearch
While young Ordway’s past was thus being exposed to him, another young man, dark, perfectly dressed and limping a little, was shown into the office of Dr. Kurt Wolfram uptown. He had telephoned for an appointment, explaining that his own doctor was not available; which he wasn’t, being at that moment on the golf course of his country club, using bad language about the weather.
The office nurse smiled sweetly upon the new patient, took his name, address and occupation all over again, said she hoped his knee wasn’t painful at that moment, and feared it might be.
“It’s better today,” said Malcolm. “It was very bad last night.”
“You don’t sound as if it had bothered you this way before,” said the nurse, with that little air of reminding one how lucky one is, for which h
