THE PENANGGALANThe incessant ringing of the telephone disturbing her shower, Louise Bromley hastily wrapped the towel around her body and hurried down the stairs into the hall, her blue eyes half closed wearily after such a long day.
She answered the phone promptly as she reached the bottom of the stairs, her wet brown hair hanging loosely over her shoulders. "Doctor Bromley."
A faint, panic-stricken voice hurried replied over the receiver, "It's Bruce over at the White Lion, there's been an incident."
Half-heartedly nodding, Louise glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost after midnight. She thought about the sweet relaxation of her soft bed and forced herself to reconsider, figuring it was some routine matter that could be solved in a few minutes. "Fine, I'll be there in fiftee
