“The Maternity Clinic. Quick! For God’s sake, quick!”
Snod looked both ways. Only the tall figure was visible.
“For God’s sake, hurry!”
He gathered the tortured body of the woman into his long arms and began running with his back to the retreating figure.
Nature had tripped him, and he knew it.
When he had helped the orderly inside the door of the Maternity Clinic, who awaited such emergencies, to get the panic-stricken woman onto a handy stretcher, Snod turned swiftly and started slowly back toward the Administration Building.
MacArthur would know where Matt was. No use trying to locate him through Miss Kerr.
God in Heaven! Young Sterling! And they had been so damn near framing three innocent people! Within that space of a hundred yards, he must readjust his mind.
His ineffectual thin body shambled innocuously along....
Behind him there burst upon the air the perfect trilling of a robin. Snod slid over to a window and looked stupidly at the grass in the back garden.