“Where are you?” he shouted, at the top of his voice.
Smoke was beginning to creep into the corridor. Then he saw a gleam of light through a crack, and, a moment later, he found a door. From beyond that door came the cries.
Merry tried to open it, but it was locked. Then he backed off and flung his shoulder against it with all the force he could muster. There was a splintering crash, and he reeled headlong into the room where the fire was raging.
The place was filled with smoke, through which the flames looked yellow and tigerish. Immediately Merry dropped on his knees to get beneath the mass of smoke, which filled the room.
“Help!”
Through the haze he saw two forms stretched prostrate on the floor, and he crawled toward them.
“He is there!” he told himself. “She loves him!”
Two men lay on the floor, bound hand and foot. One had been struck over the head and was bleeding and unconscious. The other did not seem to be injured, and he it was who had uttered the cries.
It was the man Inza called “Walter.” Without doubt the other man was the crazy doctor.
“You!” cried Frank, looking into the eyes of the man. “She brought me here to rescue you!”