The result was over fifty
cases of typhoid here in this city.
"However, to return to the case of the servant I have mentioned.
Last spring we had her under surveillance, but as there was no
law by which we could restrain her permanently she is still at
large. I think one of the Sunday papers at the time had an
account of her--they called her 'Typhoid Bridget,' and in red
ink she was drawn across the page in gruesome fashion, frying the
skulls of her victims in a frying-pan over a roaring fire. That
particular typhoid carrier, I understand--"
"Excuse me, Commissioner, if I interrupt, but I think we have
carried this part of the programme far enough to be absolutely
convincing," said Craig. "Thank you very much for the clear way
in which you have put it."
Craig snapped the announcer, and a letter appeared on the screen.
He said nothing, but let us read it through.
To whom it may concern:
This is to certify that Bridget Fallon has been employed in my
family at Shelter Island for the past season and that I have
found her a reliable servant and an excellent cook.
A. ST. JOHN CASWELL-JONES.
"Before God, Mr. Kennedy, I'm innocent," screeched Bridget.
"Don't have me arrested. I'm innocent. I'm innocent."
Craig gently, but firmly, forced her back into her chair.
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