Coming up the hall was the sound of running feet and they sounded like the feet of running men....
The door swung open. The note of relief in Cub Sterling’s voice as he said “Salscie!” stiffened her relaxing muscles and gave her the power to turn.
Matthew Higgins had come out of the Administration Building as the long, lank body of Cub Sterling shot into a taxi at the stand.
Higgins had jumped another cab.
Sally Ferguson turned and swayed toward Sterling as Matthew Higgins stepped inside the door and it was he who caught the incredulity, the anguish, the blind hope of her voice.
“Cub! Are you really Cub?”
As Sterling reached her his voice was stern.
“What is it? You must tell me,” his eyes cut into her clouding ones and Matthew Higgins stepped alongside and said curtly:
“Poison her too?”
Sally Ferguson’s lids began lowering and she gasped, holding up the glasses with her ebbing strength: