“Now that you mention it,” he declared, “I should not be astonished if it was.”
“Did you notice that pale-colored, peculiar, but certainly very excellent tobacco?” continued Kearns eagerly. “Upon my word, I begin to suspect it was fixed—doped—drugged!”
“You don’t mean to say so!” exclaimed the Professor.
“Well, I just did say so,” retorted Kearns.
“If such is indeed the case, how long do you think we have slept?” questioned the Professor.
Kearns drew out his watch, looked at it and then put it to his ear.
“What does your watch say?” he asked.
The Professor consulted his watch.
“It has stopped,” he declared. “Why, it seems to be run down.”
Kearns glanced at the sky.