Toby, leaving the suitcase, at closing time, went home. The others did the same. Roger and Tip remained until last.
“Well, Grover has stayed close to Doctor Ryder’s patient,” Tip mused, aloud. “That is, the patient Doctor Ryder just missed getting, because I told the druggists I wanted ‘aggrenalin’ and they said they never heard of nothing like it. If I’d of got the right name, he’d of saved Astrovox ’stead of the internes doing it.”
“I talked over the wire with my cousin,” responded Roger. “Just make an extra check on everything for safety’s sake, and he says for us to stay away from here, tonight, no matter what we hear. You are to go to a hotel to sleep. And he says you must.”
“What’s going to happen here?”
“I wish I guessed,” Roger retorted, “but I don’t seem able to do even that. With all the clues on my list or somewhere in the films and so on, I just see new developments, and they are worse than before, and confuse me.”
“What say we go to one of those spirit mediators.”
“A medium? A fortune teller?”
“She might coagulate our ideas.”
“Curdle them? She probably would.”
“It means to make ’em set—hang together.”