"Well, good-by now." The girl said sweetly. "Remember me to the police force."
"Get out of here!" he yelled and the door shut abruptly on a rippling burst of laughter. Damn women! It was getting so a man had to pack a gun with him or something. And Pete Brent. He thought with grim satisfaction of the unending extra work that was going to occur around the laboratory from now on. He sank back into the soothing liquid embrace of the bath and deliberately set his mind loose to wander in complete relaxation.
A hammering thunder burst on the outer door. He sat up with a groan.
"Lay off, you crazy apes!" he yelled furiously, but the pounding continued steadily. He struggled out of the bath, wrapped his damp bathrobe clammily around him and marched to the door with a seething fury of righteous anger burning within him. He flung the door wide, his mouth all set for a withering barrage, but he didn't get a chance. Four police constables and a sergeant swarmed into the room, shoving him away from the door.
"Say! What the—"
"Where is she?" the sergeant demanded.
"Wherethehell's who?"
"Quit stallin', bud. You know who. That female rebel who was in here."
"Rebel? You're crazy! That was just ... Pete said ... rebel? Did you say rebel?"
"Yeah, I said rebel, an' where is she?"