Immediately the sound technician’s manner changed.
“Why didn’t you say so?” he asked, motioning for Flash to come into the bedroom. “How is Joe? Haven’t heard a word from him since the wreck. You weren’t on the same train?”
“Yes, I was. Joe’s leg is broken and he’s badly battered.”
“No chance then of his getting here today?”
“Not a chance.”
“This leaves me in a nice situation,” Doyle complained. “I can’t handle the job alone. I might know Wells would pull something like that!”
“I don’t think he broke his leg on purpose,” Flash returned dryly.
“Maybe not,” Doyle admitted, “but this was our big opportunity to make a showing. Now I might as well pack up and start back East!”
“Joe sent me to take his place. I don’t know how much good I’ll be, but here I am anyhow.”
Doyle had been nervously pacing the floor. He paused and stared at Flash.