She was holding a man by the scruff of the neck. He was called Sparky, and he was a local character. "He was trying to listen at the door," she said. "I know you were in there with the family, so I held him out here."
"Thank you, Christy," my employer said. "Sparky, how are you?"
"Oh, just fine, ma'am." He didn't sound convincing.
"The Mystery of the Other Patient" continues here, or you can start at the beginning