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It was near morning by that time, and Maida and I had to work rapidly to get our patients washed and tooth-brushed and ready for the breakfast trays. To my satisfaction no one from the other wings appeared to have heard Corole's scream, or to know that there had been any disturbance in the south wing.
The morning passed quietly. I took a long-needed rest and did not see O'Leary until I came downstairs about the middle of the afternoon. Somewhat to my disappointment, for I had anticipated telling him myself, he knew all about Corole's visit. Dr. Balman had told him of it. O'Leary said briefly that he had talked to Corole; I gathered that she stuck to her story of the previous night, even to the extent of embroidering rather elaborately on her cousinly affection for Dr. Letheny and her anxiety to know the cause of his death. O'Leary seemed somewhat perturbed, a result that would have delighted Corole had she known it.