However, there was nothing to be gained by that and he subsided
and drove quickly down-town.

The excitement more than ever alarmed Elaine now. "Tell me," she
appealed to Dr. Godowski, "what is the matter?"

"In some way," he replied quickly, "they have become infected by
the bite of an African tick which carries spirillum fever."

"She got away, in a cab," panted the assistant, returning.

Godowski raised his hands in despair. "I was just about to start,"
he cried. "Everything is ready. I can't send for another nurse.
Every minute counts."

Elaine had thrown off her coat and hat. Her sleeves were up in a
moment and before the doctor knew what she was about she was
scrubbing her hands in the antiseptic wash.

"Only--show me--what to do," she cried. "I will be the nurse!"

. . . . . . .

Several days later, when we had recovered sufficiently from the
diabolical attack that had been made upon us, Kennedy was again at
work in the laboratory, while I was writing. We still felt rather
weak, but Godowski's skill had pulled us out all right.

Our speaking-tube sounded and I knew that it was Elaine and Aunt
Josephine.