i thought i heard you out here, doctor.
listen, i think we ought to straighten this out somewhere else.
i suppose i'd better call the medical examiner.
before you call the family, doctor, i wish you'd talk to mr. mead about this. we'd like, naturally, to avoid litigation.
what? another one?
and the next thing anybody knew, about three hours later, mrs. cushing from accounting came in and said there was a dead man in the holding room.
what do you mean?
well, what're you suggesting doctor? do you think we have a mad killer stalking the halls of the hospital? presumably, dr. ives died of a heart attack and schaefer in a diabetic coma. people do die of these things. it's all perhaps coincidental, but i don't think i'd call it grotesque.
who?
i better get mr. mead.
about half an hour.
not yet.
yes.
yes, well, i'll be at the nurses' desk, sergeant. it would be futile for me to try to explain this to you over the phone.
who is it?
was it drummond?
is he dead?
thank god. this should close the case, sergeant.