The helper, apparently very much frightened, perhaps afraid of being accused of something, grasped at this eagerly.
“Oh, yes-sir. He was right in front of it, working on them new rats he got in. Why? Will that lamp burn him?”
“Those rays may have a disintegrative effect, some reaction in the human body. I can’t say. I saw it was on, and asked.”
If that was a solution, there was tragedy, but not a culprit—a careless accident, instead, Roger mused.
Was Toby’s word, he mused, having made the stenographer contact the police—was Toby’s word to be trusted. Or had he—what?
The ammonia, and chafing of wrists, had no beneficial effect.
Almost immediately a police car came; and soon afterward the interne from the ambulance was examining the man who had been put on the laboratory’s emergency cot.
The doctor bent close, sniffed at the faint breath.
“Get the stretcher,” he ordered abruptly.
“What is it?” Roger’s voice shook.