The critical moment was just ahead of him now. A hundred questions were tormenting him. How had Fairchild known which hospital he was in? How had Fairchild known it was he who had stolen that paper?
He shrugged the questions off. There was no way of knowing now. If Fairchild had powers that would enable him to discern that he was sneaking out the back way and be there waiting for him, he'd just have to make the best of it.
At the exit he paused and peeked out. There was a wide concrete driveway. An ambulance was parked there. No one was in sight.
He opened the door boldly and stepped out. He started along the driveway with an appearance of casual unconcern, as though he were a visitor taking a shortcut.
"Not so fast, Lin!"
He turned quickly. Dorothy was half running to catch up with him. He felt his pulse leap and somehow couldn't feel anger.
Dorothy smiled knowingly at him. "I figured you'd try to escape alone," she said. "So I hurried."
"Well, it was an idea," Lin said. "Come on. We've got to put distance between us and Fairchild before he discovers we're gone."
They reached the driveway exit. It was on a sidestreet from the main entrance. Fairchild wasn't in sight.
"Where'll we go?" Dorothy asked nervously.