“Over there,” said another man. “Come back inside, Martha.” He shoved his wife back. “Mr. Haljan!” He plucked at me as I went past.
I shouted, “Go back to your rooms! We want order here––keep back!”
We came to the twin doors of A 22 and A 20. Both were closed. Dr. Frank was in advance of Snap and me. He paused at the sound of Captain Carter’s voice behind us.
“Was it from in there? Wait a moment!”
Carter dashed up; he had a large heat-ray projector in his hand. He shoved us aside. “Let me in first. Is the door sealed? Gregg, keep those passengers back!”
The door was not sealed. Carter burst into the room. I heard him gasp, “Good God!”
Snap and I shoved back three or four crowding passengers, and in that instant Dr. Frank had been in the room and out again.
“There’s been an accident! Get back, Gregg! Snap, help him keep the crowd away.” He shoved me forcibly.
From within, Carter was shouting, “Keep them out! Where are you, Frank? Come back here! Send a flash for Balch––I want Balch!”