Prescription for Murder

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Dr. Willoughby had certainly slipped up, whispered the nurses and interns. Miss Caroline Faine, sadistic disrector of nurses at the big city hospital, had died right under his highly specialized and expert nose. Only Cyrus Harvey, the intern the others called Hard Boiled, didn't think so. Diabetics don't die under expert care nowadays. But maybe diabetic specialists aren't trained to recognize murder . . .