“It can’t be. Get Morrissey. I want to—”
But Parsons suddenly leaned forward and opened the window. Then he jumped out and vanished.
“Morrissey!” Bruno shouted.
Morrissey came in. He didn’t look at Bruno. He walked quickly across the room and jumped out of the window into the darkness.
Ferguson and Dale entered, still in their operating gowns. They followed Morrissey through the window.
Bruno hoisted himself up. Three nurses came through the door. An intern and an orderly followed. Then others.
In nightmare procession the staff filed into Bruno’s room. In deadly silence they walked to the window and jumped out.
The blankets slipped down from Bruno’s body. He saw them sail slowly toward the window—
The bed was tilting! No—the room itself was turning, revolving, till Bruno clung frantically to the head-board while gravity dragged him inexorably toward a window that now gaped directly below him.
The bed fell. It spilled Bruno out. He saw the oblong of the window opening like a mouth to swallow him. He plunged through into utter blackness, into an echoing, roaring hell of night and thunder....