"I don't know whether I'm crazy or not," he said bitterly. "But I was in your office. I saw your secretary there—and she didn't feel pins stuck in her. And something did happen to those Bulgarians that the Greeks don't know anything about, or the Americans either. So you're to tell your story to the high brass down in Athens. I think you'll be locked up afterward as a lunatic—and me with you for believing my own eyes. But a plane's being readied."
"Where do I meet you?" asked Coburn.
Hallen told him. A certain room out at the airport. Coburn hung up. The telephone rang instantly. He was on the way out, but he turned back and answered it. Janice's voice—amazingly convincing—came from the instrument. And at the first words his throat went dry. Because it couldn't be Janice.
"I've been trying to get you. Have you tried to reach me?"
"Why, no. Why?"
Janice's voice said: "I've something interesting to tell you. I left the office an hour ago. I'm at the place where I live when I'm in Salonika. Write down the address. Can you come here? I've found out something astonishing!"
He wrote down the address. He had a feeling of nightmarishness. This was not Janice—
"I'm clearing up some matters you'll guess at," he said grimly, "so I may be a little while getting there. You'll wait?"
He hung up. And then with a rather ghastly humor he took some pins from a box on the desk and worked absorbedly at bending one around the inside of the band of the seal ring he wore on his right hand.