“I think not, Roger.”
It was some person or group recognized by Astrovox. That recognition had led to the blow he was suffering from.
“Fortunately, it was not fatal,” Grover continued, “and I stayed here less to hear him, for I knew that would not be probable. I was here to protect him if anyone, knowing he lived, tried more desperate methods still.”
“You can’t stay day and night.”
“No,” answered Grover. “Potts is on his way here now. I will be home in an hour or a little more than an hour.”
Roger asked one more question.
“Why would they want to lure me to the lab?”
“No other way to get in.”
“But they did get in, Grover. The lyco——”
“Probably touched off with a long pole, from the skylight. They could break the glass, insert a long pole, like the one we use to shift the ventilators. To draw firemen who would smash in—or set off an alarm that would bring you, especially after the preparation by Toby.”