"Well, just look at that," said Bob, pointing to a dark stain on the floor. "That's where she was lying; she was the woman who screamed."
"You don't tell me!" exclaimed Mr. Cook. "Was she badly hurt, and who shot her?"
"We can't answer either question. All we know is that we found her outside, unconscious, and brought her in here. She was wounded in the shoulder and bleeding badly. We left her here and went out again."
"Why didn't you telephone for a doctor?"
"We did. We sent for Doctor Clarke."
"And here's a note from him on the table here," exclaimed Hugh. As he spoke he handed the piece of paper to Mr. Cook.
"'Have taken patient to hospital in order to remove bullet,'" Mr. Cook read aloud.
"Golly," exclaimed Hugh. "There's lots going on around here, isn't there?"
"Too much," said Mr. Cook soberly. "I hope that explosion hurt no one."
"How about the fire?" asked Bob.