“I don’t know. I’m a prisoner with her myself. Send enough men at once to surround the house. Look it up in the numerical index.”
Carlson could hear the officer giving rapid orders, and, more faintly, their repetition being shouted out through the station.
“All right, sir. We’ve located the house, and it will take us about twenty minutes to get to you. I’m sending out a general alarm, and maybe some of our men out there can arrive sooner. How are you fixed?”
“I knocked out one of the men. I and the girl are barricaded in a third floor back room, and we’ll try to hold out until your men come.”
“Good! Stay at the ’phone as long as you can and keep me informed to the last possible moment. Good luck to you!”
“I’ll put the girl at the ’phone, and stand guard myself. Ina!”
“Yes, doctor.” She came in quickly, the pistol in her hand.
“Please sit down here and hold the ’phone. The police are on the wire. I’ll call out to you how things go, and you report to them. Has Tony moved?”
“No. He doesn’t seem to breathe.”
Carlson left Ina at the ’phone and went to Tony. He lay absolutely still, just as they had placed him at the foot of the bed. Carlson tore off the mask and turned the face around and listened with his ear to the month. Not a sound! Then he used his stethoscope over the heart. Silence! Tony was dead!