We mus' have docteur
soon." For half an hour the old man did the best he could,
cleansing and rebandaging.
"We _mus_' have _docteur_!" complained he, mindful of Jamieson, far
away, busy with cases as bad as this.
For half an hour or so Josephine remained in her own room above,
having done all she could to establish some sort of order. All at
once to her strained senses there seemed to flash some apprehension
of a coming danger. She rose, tiptoed to her door, looked down. A
moment later she turned, and caught up an old pistol which hung on
the wall near the door in the narrow hallway. Silently and swiftly
she stepped forward to the head of the stair.
What she saw now was this: Carlisle and Kammerer, themselves now
armed with weapons carelessly left in the lower hall, had passed
unnoticed from the dining-room, and now were tiptoeing down the
hall toward the door of Dunwody's apartment. Clayton and his men,
dulled with loss of sleep, had allowed them to leave the main room,
and these two, soldiers by training, had resolved to turn the
tables and take possession of the place.
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