The garage man was still struggling with Della Street’s refractory automobile as Mason glided smoothly by on the cross street. Looking back, he had a glimpse of Della Street’s arm and hand extended through the window of the car, waving him on his way.
Mason drove some ten blocks, stopped at a drugstore, and telephoned Dr. Willmont at his club.
“Okay, Doctor,” Mason said. “I’m ready for that experiment.”
“How soon do you want it?”
“As soon as I can get it.”
“Half an hour at the Hastings Memorial Hospital,” Dr. Willmont said.
“All right. Put it in a can and leave it at the desk for me.”
“I have a thermal unit which I use occasionally for transportation,” Dr. Willmont said. “It’ll be in that unit at the desk. See that I get the unit back when you’ve finished with the experiment.”
“Okay,” Mason told him. “That’ll be tomorrow. You’re sure it’ll be ready in half an hour?”
“Yes. Everything’s all ready. The donor’s waiting, and my assistant is on the job awaiting instructions.”