think, for I sure've got to get this thing straight. What was he like?"
"He was a big man and he wore big glasses with blue lenses. And he was rather old, I should say."
"And there was nothin' else yuh noticed about him?"
The girl was silent for a moment or two.
"I remember one thing, now. There were a number of crisscross marks on his cheek. I remember wondering what could have caused them."
Sadie Wimpel heaved a sigh. The girl could not tell whether it was one of relief or of resignation.
"Was he fair or dark?"
"He was fair, I think. Yes, he must have been fair, for I noticed that his eyebrows were a yellowish gray."
Sadie sat down on the side of the bed.
"That man was Keudell!" she quietly announced. But the Arctic feet of uncounted mice, for all the older woman's quietness, ran up and down the young nurse's spine.
"But that man didn't even look at me," protested the girl. "He didn't know why I went there, or what I brought."
