“To hell with you!” Higgins threw the ’phone from him and followed the running figure of Cub Sterling toward the elevator shaft. Sally Ferguson eased in as the door slipped to, and said to the operator:
“Will, non-stop one. For God’s sake, quick!”
Higgins’ head cleared. “Who is he?” Cub nodded vacantly.
As they ran from the building Cub Sterling jumped in beside the driver of a cruising taxi and ordered:
“Elijah Wilson. To hell with traffic lights! Five dollars if you do it in two minutes!”
Matt Higgins pulled Sally Ferguson into the back seat and slammed the door.
They began their wild, uphill snaking in and out.
Matt Higgins said:
“If we are not there in seconds, that devil will be.... Who is it, Sterling?”
Cub took his panic-stricken eyes from the approaching hospital and said: