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 . . .
Incisive young intern Cyrus Harvey is puzzled by the death of the tyrannical director of nursing. It's 1941, doctors know all about diabetes, and a well-controlled patient like Caroline Faine doesn't just die like that. Hospital rumors say that Cy's chief wasn't as careful as he should have been, and Cy is sure that something unusual must have happened. But no one will believe him when he says that the insulin was tampered with--except social worker Sally Pepper, who has a lot of faith in Cy. A really amusing book--and of course the period background is much more convincing than would be an historical set in the same period.