"He's moving!" Betty shouted.
All turned toward the man who lay in the alley. Somehow, he was still alive, gasping for breath. When his gaze caught Alona's, she recognized him.
"Professor Sigger!" she shouted.
"Alona…" gasped the professor.
"You're involved in this?" Ritchie demanded.
"Tricked me… Fascist swine…"
Justin bent down to the dying man's ears. "Quick, man! Why are they doing this?!"
"Trying to take the town with them," he gasped. "Conspiracy… half the town… ran out of toner…"
"Shouldn't we call an ambulance?" Betty asked, wringing her hands.
Prof. Sigger looked back at Alona and with his dying breath said:
"Damn…."