“It’s spells, Snod. He wasn’t that way this morning. His eyes! I couldn’t scream. My heart....”
“Rest it, kiddo, till I get Matt.”
Snod coiled around and his eyes with the sudden sharpness of great stress saw the tall figure with the high shoulder walk out of the linen closet and enter the elevator.
And then swiftly, noiselessly, and panther-like he followed.
The elevator door closed just as he reached it.
Three minutes later Snod Smooty slouched up the main corridor. Nobody was in sight, either way, except in the distance was a man. The man wore a white hospital coat, and Snod eyed him hopelessly; then Snod’s eyes narrowed.
The man’s left shoulder had lifted and from the left patch pocket there was dangling a frilled pink organdie doll bonnet!
Snod gathered his muscles and began to run....
He was almost up with the man when a panicky woman opened a side door and halted his progress.
She fell into his arms, before he could sidestep her, and the agony of her face made him involuntarily support her.