Calvin believed he knew, but it was not his secret; it was Summersby's. He said nothing.
"Watch it," said Watkins. "They're coming." The two men scurried behind their rampart. The five giants marched, flat-footed, down the hall, their thick arms swinging. The door opened and all of them went out. It closed behind them.
"How about that!" said Watkins exultantly, a grin on his face.
"I'll get Mrs. Full and the others," said Calvin. He felt a tingle of rising excitement. "Get up there and be ready to open it. We'll give them five minutes and then make our break."
"Right." Watkins was already clambering up the boxes and blocks.
Calvin almost ran to his wife. She was standing in front of the color organ. "Dear," he said, and halted.
"Yes, what is it, Calvin?"
"I don't know. I was going to say—"
A sluggishness was pervading his body, a terrible lassitude crept through his brain. What was it? What was happening?
"I was going to—"