She left the stairs and hurried to the telephone. She called Doctor Merritt's home. The physician answered. Martha asked him if he could come over right away.
The troubled tone of the girl's voice must have been noticed by the doctor. He asked for no explanations. He said that he would be there.
Martha called the maid. The woman had retired. Martha told her to get dressed, and to come downstairs. Then the girl went to the front door. It was closed, but not locked. She realized that The Shadow had opened it, but had been too weak to attempt to lock it behind him. A motor purred outside. Footsteps crunched on the gravel walk. Martha opened the door, and admitted Doctor Merritt. The physician looked at the girl in a puzzled manner. Martha gripped his arm and drew him into the hall.
She led him to the stairs, and Doctor Merritt stopped short as he saw the body there.
"Who— who—" he began.
"He is an old friend of daddy's, "said Martha, in a low voice. "Mr. Arnaud. He is wounded. I'll tell you all — all about him, doctor. But please — first — look after him."
The physician nodded as he placed his bag upon the floor and leaned over the unconscious man. Then he beckoned to Martha.
"Come," he said. "We must take him to a bed, upstairs." The doctor was a man of unusual strength for his age. He was at least sixty, but his features and his physique were youthful. He took the great share of the burden while Martha helped with surprising strength.
The form of Henry Arnaud finally rested upon its right side, on a bed in a spare room.
There, Martha was able to see Arnaud's face.