“Midnight!” exclaimed Doctor Lukens. “I had no idea it was so late. I intended to be here shortly after eleven. Well, well! I am expecting an important phone call. I must be going home very shortly.”
The physician became restless. He glanced at the clock, then beckoned to Oscar.
“I must leave soon,” said Doctor Lukens. “Oscar, would you go upstairs and tell Mister Marchand that I cannot wait much longer? Perhaps he can come down immediately.”
The serving man nodded. He left the room. Doctor Lukens followed him and watched him as he ascended the stairs. The sound of knocking was heard below. A pause; then another knocking.
Oscar came down the stairs. Willis, suddenly apprehensive, joined Doctor Lukens in the hall. Paget rose leisurely and followed.
“He does not answer, sir,” said Oscar.
WILLIS went up the stairway, two steps at a time. The others followed and found the secretary listening at the closed door of the room.
Willis knocked twice. There was no response.
“You’re sure he’s in there, Oscar?”
The serving man nodded.