"I don't know," said the youth, "but maybe we'd better—"
The door opened. Simonetta and Beryl walked out, staring quizzically at the two men, who had taken a few steps toward them.
"What is this gag?" asked Simonetta. "There's no one in there. Who would be in there?"
Parrish swore luridly, and none of them seemed to notice.
"It can't be!" he exclaimed. "You're sure?"
"Of course we're sure," said Beryl.
"What if the power came on and we didn't notice?" mused Parrish. "He wouldn't just leave and not tell any of us, would he?"
"You know him better than I do," commented Beryl. "I'm beginning to wonder, from what you told us on the phone, if he jumped out of a window somewhere. I know it's a terrible thing to bring up—"
Westervelt stopped listening to her. He was remembering the draft he had felt, twice now, in the laboratory.