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The Doctor Prescribes Doom
Robert Edgar
Ten Detective Aces, June, 1941
Young Doctor Meade took charge of the beautiful victim of the hit-run driver. And he found that the only cure was a quick dose of lead capsules.
THE GIRL had a bad bruise on her forehead, and a nasty cut on the left arm, below the elbow. Those were the only visible injuries.
Kneeling at her side on the floor of the little candy store, young Doc Meade thought that she was the most beautiful thing he had beheld in his life. Her dress, which was of some light, washable material, was rumpled and muddied, and her dark hair had lost any vestige of order.
But in spite of all that, her face possessed a strange, ethereal beauty which made Larry Meade feel something he had never experienced before. He suddenly felt that it was very important that this girl must live. Silently, he cursed the hit-run driver who had struck her.
The uniformed policeman on the beat was at the door, keeping the crowd out, and Joe Beloise, Larry's driver, had just come in with the stretcher. Joe took one look at the unconscious girl's face, and whistled.
"Boy," he whispered: "She's a stunner. Is she hurt bad, Larry?"
Larry Meade ran his long, sensitive fingers around the girl's skull, feeling for a possible fracture. He almost breathed a sigh of relief as he looked up and said to Beloise: "I don't think it's a fracture, Joe. But it's a concussion. Here, let's get her on the stretcher and in the bus. I'll treat her on the way in. Easy there!"
As they lifted her on to the canvas, she opened her eyes.
Larry was right above her, and