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From that morning on I took an active interest in the case -- I mean, in solving the problem. Indeed, Mr. O'Leary has had the kindness to say, since, that I helped -- well, I need not repeat his words. However, it is true that I did everything in my power, which was little enough, to solve the mystery that confronted us. While I am not at all inquisitive, nevertheless I do have an inquiring mind, due doubtless to the fact that I have lived in a hospital for a number of years and hospitals are hotbeds of gossip. Not malicious gossip, you understand, for nurses are one class of women in the world who can keep the faith which the ethics of the profession as well as individual integrity demand.
But anything that happens in our small world is of interest; the patient in the charity ward who almost swallowed a thermometer and had to be upended and shaken, the precipitate arrival of a new baby in a roadster out in front of the hospital, or the alcoholic whose language shocked -- or diverted as the case might be -- a whole wing.