“We can get the child, Sam, but to get it we shall have to take a chance with her. Do you want to do that? Do not wait. Decide.”
Sam sprang past him toward the door.
“You bungler,” he cried, and his voice rang through the long quiet corridor. “You do not know what this means. Let me go.”
Doctor Grover, catching him by the arm, swung him about. The two men stood facing each other.
“You stay here,” said the doctor, his voice remaining quiet and firm; “I will attend to things. Your going in there would be pure folly now. Now answer me—do you want to take the chance?”
“No! No!” Sam shouted. “No! I want her—Sue—alive and well, back through that door.”
A cold gleam came into his eyes and he shook his fist before the doctor’s face.
“Do not try deceiving me about this. By God, I will——”
Turning, Doctor Grover ran back through the swinging door leaving Sam staring blankly at his back. A nurse, one whom he had seen in Doctor Grover’s office, came out of the door and taking his arm, walked beside him up and down the corridor. Sam put his arm around her shoulder and talked. An illusion that it was necessary to comfort her came to him.
“Do not worry,” he said. “She will be all right. Grover will take care of her. Nothing can happen to little Sue.”