“Certainly.”
“But—but first,” Jimmie insisted eagerly, “do you think the amount of gas in a bubble like that the size of an indoor baseball would put a person to sleep—almost at once?”
“It is entirely possible; in fact, quite probable that it would do so, providing the gas was compressed and if the bubble struck closely enough to the person’s face.
“And is there a gas that under those circumstances would kill a person?” Jimmie drew in a long breath.
“Yes. Instantly,” was the startling reply.
“Thanks—oh, thanks,” Jimmie headed for the door.
“But the glass blower!” The doctor stopped him. “Did you wish his address?”
“Yes! Yes! Sure!”
Slowly the old man scrawled an address on a slip of paper.
“There it is, my son.”