“Help yourself,” answered Marsh, drying his hands.
While Laura and the captain watched in silence, Filhiol opened the bag, and after some deliberation chose three vials.
“All right,” said he. “Now you to your work, and I to mine!”
“Got everything you need?”
“I’ll want a hypodermic when I come back—if I succeed in compounding the formula.”
“How long will you be?”
“If I’m very long—” His look finished the phrase. Laura came close to Filhiol.
“Doctor,” she whispered, her face tense with terrible earnestness. “You must remember the formula. You can’t fail! There’s more than Hal’s life at stake, now. The captain—you’ve got to save him!”
“And you, too! Your happiness—that is to say, your life!” the old man answered, laying a hand on hers. “I understand it all, dear. All, perfectly. I needn’t tell you more than that!”
He turned toward the door.