“Yeah?” The voice behind the door was less polite. “I know. Friends like Roger Banning—ready to jump on a guy when he’s already down.”
A friend? Roger Banning? That rang a bell in Judy’s mind, but for a moment the thought that followed didn’t register.
“Who are you?” she asked. “Do I know you from somewhere?”
“You might tell me who you are before I do any more talking,” the man replied.
CHAPTER XIII
A Desperate Situation
Judy and Horace looked at each other in bewilderment. They both knew they couldn’t tell the prisoner who they were without further antagonizing him. A newspaper reporter and the wife of an FBI agent were hardly the right people to trust with whatever secret the fountain was hiding. Suddenly an idea came to Judy.
“The main thing right now is that you need help,” she called out. “If you’re hurt we can have Dr. Bolton here in no time. How far is it to the nearest telephone?”