The specialist plunged whole-heartedly into his work of saving us
now. "Hand me that needle, please," he directed the false nurse.

She moved over to the table near-by and took it up, pausing only
long enough to dip it secretly into a vial she carried with her.

"Please hurry," repeated the doctor.

She turned from the table and handed it to him. He adjusted it and
already held it poised for the thrust which was not to cure but to
poison us further.

"Weepy Mary!" cried a frightened voice at our door.

Elaine had been deeply alarmed by the sudden illness of Kennedy
and the message from Jameson. No sooner had Kennedy gone, than it
flashed over her that Wu Fang had predicted something like this.

"The threat!" she exclaimed, seeking her cousin. "Mary, I must go
to the city--right away."

On the next train, then, she had been speeding back to New York,
and, arriving at the station, she realized that there was not a
moment to lose. She called a cab, drove directly to our apartment,
and hurried in, without even ringing the bell.

One glance at the improvised hospital was enough to alarm her. But
the sight that had transfixed her was of a woman whose face she
remembered only too well, though Kennedy and I had never seen her.