Still baffled at his encounter with Norman, Warren makes his way to the bedside of Mr. Ó Seachnasaigh. Seeing his condition, he realizes there is little danger of Jack facing the gallows. The ward nurse confirms that diagnosis and explains the extent of the injuries. Warren notes it all down and asks if he has any relatives. Oh, yes. The nurse smiles. A nice gentleman was here just before you; said he was his brother-n-law and stayed about 15 minutes. Did he give a name? Warren holds his breath, waiting her response. Let's see now, what did he say...oh, yes...Mr. Namron. If you'll excuse me Inspector. One more thing nurse, if Mr. Ó Seachnasaigh's condition changes, please contact me at The Yard. Warren passes her his card. Certainly sir.
Warren spends a few minutes looking around the patient's bed area and on the side table, seeing nothing. Maybe I was wrong in thinking he came here to see this man. Could there be someone else here he visited; maybe not a patient or was he looking for something else entirely? Damn it, there has to be a connection somewhere.
Making his way back down to the reception desk, he stops on the middle landing of the turning staircase, closing his eyes, he pictures Norman there and tries to remember exactly what he saw. Norman was wearing a long coat, top hat, and carried a cane; typical of the day. He descended in a casual, non-threatening way. Body language says he was very pleased about something; he saw or did something successfully. Warren continues down the stairs; a very young attendant rushes into him and drops a tray of medical supplies. I am so sorry sir, I beg your pardon. No harm done, let me help you. Miss Havershome! A big red-faced nurse approaches and scolds the young girl. You've been told many times not to rush around the halls. You might have knocked this man down for heavens sake! I...I'm sorry miss. Pick up this mess immediately and get to your station. Yes, miss. Warren helps Miss Havershome put the items back on her metal tray. Seeing a syringe, Warren is careful not to touch the needle end. You should be careful of this; you're lucky the glass didn't break in the fall. Oh, but sir...I wasn't carrying anything like that.
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