"Hello," Dorothy Lake said nervously.
Lin saw that she was afraid. "Hello," he said. "You don't need to be afraid of me. I won't eat you. As a matter of fact, I'm awfully sorry I ran into you. If there's anything I can do.... I'll pay the hospital bill of course...."
"I'm not afraid of you," she said. "It's the way I woke up this morning with nothing wrong with me. It scares me. I don't know what to make of it."
Lin started to say something and thought better of it.
"And there's something else," Dorothy went on. "It's the man that insisted on seeing me yesterday. He demanded that I give him a paper I was supposed to have. He wouldn't believe me when I told him I didn't know anything about it."
"Was his name Hugo Fairchild?" Lin asked.
"Yes!"
"I see it all now," Lin said grimly. "Your fate was written on that slip of paper too."
"My fate?" Dorothy said, bewildered.
"And he made us get well so we would have to leave the hospital," Lin went on. "When we leave he'll get us and take it away from me."