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Miss Greta Boyesen, instructed by Officer Poultney, came into the room, bowed politely to Gamadge, and sat down in a chair beside the bed. She looked at Evelyn Wing with the expression, detached but co-operative, of one asked to lend a hand in an emergency to a job not his own.
“Very kind of you,” said Gamadge.
“The doctor is coming. Officer Poultney says I do not have to do anything.”
“Except tell Miss Wing she’ll be all right, and that the situation is under control; if she wakes up, you know.”
Gamadge, with a last anxious look behind him, departed, wondering through what failure of intelligence or fortune Miss Boyesen was not a trained nurse. Poultney and Beaver were at their stations, the length of the dusky hall between them; he passed Beaver, went down the
