I've got the stuff--amyl nitrite--she'll go off like
a shot. But we'll have to work quick. It only keeps her under a
few minutes. I can't wear this mask down and I'm afraid some one
will recognize me. Oh, you brought a beard. Good. I'll give you
the signal. There must be no noise. Yes, I saw the stretcher where
you left it in the hall."
"All right, Doc," returned the first and unfamiliar voice.
It all happened so quickly that we were completely bowled over for
the moment. Who was the man addressed as "Doc"? There was no time
to find out, no time to do anything, apparently, so quickly had
the plot been sprung.
I looked at Kennedy, aghast, not knowing what to do in this
unexpected crisis.
A moment later we heard a voice, "I'm sorry to have had to keep
you waiting, but what is it that I can do for you?"
"Good God!" exclaimed Kennedy. "It is Inez herself!"
It was altogether too late to get over there to warn her, perhaps
even to rescue her. What could we do? If we could only shout for
help. But what good would that do, around a corner and so far
away?
The vocaphone itself!
Quickly Kennedy turned another switch, of a rheostat, which
accentuated a whisper to almost a shout.
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