Had it not been for the red light Allan probably would have looked very white in the face.
“I suppose they can have them?” said the Doctor when Allan did not seem to find words. “You will be glad that they can be so useful, and—how much did you say, Mr. Superintendent?” the Doctor went on, with an enjoyment of Allan’s agreeable stupefaction.
“Fifty dollars,” repeated the superintendent. “They’ll be worth that to the company. Anyway, I’ll risk making that offer. And I want the thing understood. Is it a go?”
“Oh, you can have them!” Allan said. And the superintendent repeated his “Good night!” shuffled his way cautiously down the dark stairs and was gone.
No one said a word until the superintendent closed the door below.
“Fifty dollars!” was all Allan said.
“I hope they come out well,” said Owen, fervently.
“I wish I could help,” murmured Edith.
“I think that Dr. Owen is doing the best that could be done with the patients,” laughed Dr. Hartel.
Then McConnell spoke up. “Gee whiz, Allan, you can buy a folding cartridge camera now!”