FRYE (speaking more rapidly than is his wont). He was surprisingly
well, considering everything, when we left New York, and the army medical
men advised taking him home. I thought an automobile better than a slow
train. I tried to telephone you, but the storm--
ASHER. I know.
Dr. FRYE. I sent you a wire.
ASHER. I didn't get it.
DR. FRYE. It was impossible to get a good nurse on account of the
influenza epidemic. In fact, I didn't think he needed one--but I thought
you'd feel more comfortable if I came. He seemed extraordinary well,
even cheerful until we got right into Foxon Falls. We were passing your
shops, and a big crowd of men were there, making a noise, shouting at a
speaker. Is there a strike on here?
ASHER. Yes. You say he got like this when he saw the crowd?
DR. FRYE (indicating GEORGE). As you see. He fell back on the cushions
as though he'd been hit--it all happened in a second. I have the history
of the case from the army people--he had an attack something like this
abroad.
ASHER. Did you notice how he avoided me?
DR. FRYE (with reluctance). That may not be anything. It's his heart,
at present,--and yet I'm convinced that this is a case for a psychologist
as well as for a medical man.
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