“Wait!” she exclaimed to the startled ambulance crew. “I know that man! Where are you taking him?”
CHAPTER
9
THE METAL DISC
“We’re taking this man to the lockup,” the policemen told Penny. “He’ll be okay as soon as he sobers up.”
“But he’s not drunk,” she protested earnestly. “Edward McClusky is a diver for the Evirude Salvage Co. Whatever ails him must be serious!”
The policeman stared at Penny and then down at the unconscious man on the stretcher. “A deep sea diver!” he exclaimed. “Well, that’s different!”
Deftly he loosened the man’s collar, and at once his hand encountered a small disc of metal fastened on a string about his neck. He bent down to read what was engraved on it.
“Edward McClusky, 125 West Newell street,” he repeated aloud. “In case of illness or unconsciousness, rush this man with all speed to the nearest decompression lock.”
“You see!” cried Penny. “He’s had an attack of the bends!”
“You’re right!” exclaimed the policeman. He consulted his companions. “Where is the nearest decompression chamber?”
“Aboard the Yarmouth in the harbor.”