IX. — “NOW THERE ARE THREE”
I shall never forget that night. When we stepped to the pavement the whole world was shrouded. The heavy fog clung like depression; life was gone out—a foreboding of gloom and disaster. It was cold, dank, miserable; one shuddered instinctively and battered against the wall with steaming columns of breath. Just outside the door we were detained.
“Dr. Hansen?”
Someone stepped beside us.
“Dr. Hansen?”
“Yes, sir.”
“A message, sir.”
The doctor made a gesture of impatience.