Swift," the superintendent reported. "Was this some one special
you were inquiring about?"
For Tom, determining not to give Mr. Nestor's name, except as a
last resort, had merely inquired whether any recent accident
cases had been brought in.
"I'll let you know later, Mr. Millard," he told the
superintendent, not exactly answering the question. He hung up
the receiver, and, opening the door of the booth, said to Mr.
Damon: "He isn't there."
"Then try Waterfield," was the suggestion; and Tom did so,
though he could not imagine why an injured man, such as Mr.
Nestor might prove to be, should be taken as far as Waterfield,
when the hospital at Shopton was nearer.
"Unless," he told Mr. Damon, "the people which ran down Mary's
father didn't know about our hospital."
The reply from the institution in Mr. Damon's home town was
just as discouraging as had been the answer from Shopton. At
first, when Tom inquired, the head nurse had said there was an
accident case at that moment being brought in. Tom was all
excitement until she went to inquire the name and circumstances,
and then he learned that it was the case of a little boy who had
fallen downstairs at his home and broken a leg.
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