But she MIGHT take the contagion and she
wanted to spare the youngster. Quite right. So I offered her
quarters with us for a couple of weeks."
"How long ago was this?" asked Orde, who had listened with a warm
glow of pride to the doctor's succinct statement.
"Seven days."
"How is Mina getting on?"
"She'll get well. It was a mild case. Fever never serious after
the eruption appeared. I suppose I'll have old Heinzman on my
hands, though."
"Why; has he taken it?"
"No; but he will. Emotional old German fool. Rushed right in when
he heard his daughter was sick. Couldn't keep him out. And he's
been with her or near her ever since."
"Then you think he's in for it?"
"Sure to he," replied Dr. McMullen. "Unless a man has been
vaccinated, continuous exposure means infection in the great
majority of cases."
"Hard luck," said Orde thoughtfully. "I'm going to step up to your
house and see Mrs. Orde."
"You can telephone her," said the doctor. "And you can see her if
you want to. Only in that case I should advise your remaining away
from Bobby until we see how things turn out."
"I see," said Orde. "Well," he concluded with a sigh, after a
moment's thought, "I suppose I'd better stay by the ship.
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