protector, was asleep in his chair. The same tinny sound of a carol drifted up from the street. This time it was âJoy to the World.â
The hall was unusually quiet, or was my imagination creating a sinister lull during which a visitor might pad to my door? Kit was due on duty in an hour. Oh, Dan, where are you? Please, God, donât let me have to tell his wifeâ
The phone rang. Sadd woke up with a start as I grabbed my receiver.
âHi, Clara, this is Dwight.â
No. No. No!
âSal said Henry called me. Is he there?â
âNo.â This one aloud.
âShe said you couldnât take calls this morning. Not a setback, I hope.â
âNo.â Did I know another word? Sadd, thank God, had picked up the other receiver.
âDwight, this is Sadd. Claraâs been told the facts, and sheâs pretty shocked, naturally.â
âOf course she is, poor dear. Are you still on, Clara?â
âYes.â Ahâa new word.
âYou mustnât worry, my dear. Weâll get to the bottom of this awful business. Make them give you a good strong sleeping pill and go off remembering weâre all rooting for you.â
I managed to add âThank youâ to my vocabulary and hung up. Sadd did the same, looking rather shaken. He said, âMy God, the man has nerves of steel. Does he think heâs in the clear? Does this mean he has the letter? What happened while I was asleep at my post?â
âNothing. Oh, whereâs Dan?â
Sadd looked around dazedly. âNot back yet? What time is it?â
âAfter four.â
He ran his hands through his hair. âLet me relieve myself before I have to contemplate another crisis.â
He went into the bathroom, and I lay back in a stew. That voice on the phone with its fake concern had reduced me to jelly. I was desperate for outside contact, for information and reassuranceâeven consolation. I would not call Henry and Tina; theyâd been subjected to enough. I only hoped Paula would not call me; the slightest indication of my distraught state, and sheâd be on a plane back to New York.
Oh, Dan, come.
It was Kit who came. Usually she put her head in the door and said, âReporting for duty.â This time she walked into the room and up to the bed and said, âNow, donât be upset.â
Had the girl never studied psychology? That command, of all commands, sends one into a distractedly upset state. I grabbed her arm.
âWhat? What?â
âDan was mugged in the hospital garage. Heâs okay.â
âWhatâs âokayâ? Whatâs âokayâ?â I had a case of the repeats.
âHe has abrasions and a broken wrist. Itâs being set down in Emergency.â
I flung back my covers. âGet me a wheelchair!â
âMrs. Gamadgeâno!â
âClara, are you mad?â Sadd emerged from the bathroom to see my cast flailing.
I said, âDanâs been hurt, and Iâm goingââ
âNot badly,â protested Kit, âand heâs coming up here just as soon asââ
âEither I get a wheelchair, or I crawl down to Emergency.â
âHold on a second.â Kit took both my hands. âYou told me last night that the orthopedist said maybe you could have a wheelchair today.â
âHe did! He did!â The repeats were back like hiccups.
âLet me check and see if he left word. If he did, you get one.â
She started for the door, and Sadd said, âI donât think Iâve met this young lady. Danâs wife, right?â
âKit, this is my cousin, Mr. Saddlier.â Quick and ungracious. âGet the chair.â Kit smiled at Sadd and left.
âAttractive,â said Sadd, and I muttered something to the effect that heâd notice attractiveness in a woman who was pushing him off a cliff. I added, âHand me my bathrobe, please. Itâs in the