“I simply cannot make you understand what an absolute madman he was,” said Ginger Horton. “There was something else on the chair too—a pair of ice tongs it looked like.”
“Clamp, I suppose,” murmured Grand.
“‘Better safe than sorry, eh, Mrs. Horton?’ he said to me like a perfect maniac, and then he said, ‘Now I don’t want you to swallow this!’ and he dropped a raw egg into my mouth, grabbed up a lot of those weird instruments and rushed around the room, waving them over his head, and then out the door, yelling at the top of his lungs!”
“May have been called out on an emergency, you see,” said Guy, “happens all too often in that business from what I’ve seen of it.”
“What was he saying when he left, Ginger?” Agnes asked.
“Saying? He wasn’t saying anything. He was simply yelling. ‘Yaahh! Yaahh! Yaahh!’ it sounded like.”
“How extraordinary,” said Agnes.
“What was he saying?” Esther asked of Agnes.
“‘Yaahh, Yaahh,’” said Agnes quietly.
“Not like Bill,” said Guy, shaking his head. “Must have been called out on emergency, only thing I can make of it.”