Quickly she called to Marie. "Go--get Aunt Josephine--right away!"
As Marie almost flew down the hall, Elaine still holding the
letter convulsively, pulled herself together and got up,
trembling. She almost seized the telephone as she called Kennedy's
number.
. . . . . . . .
Kennedy, in his stained laboratory apron, was at work before his
table, while I was watching him with intense interest, when the
telephone rang.
Without a word he answered the call and I could see a look of
perturbation cross his face. I knew it was from Elaine, but could
tell nothing about the nature of the message.
An instant later he almost tore off the apron and threw on his hat
and coat. I followed him as he dashed out of the laboratory.
"This is terrible--terrible," he muttered, as we hurried across
the campus of the University to a taxi-cab stand.
A few minutes later, when we arrived at the Dodge mansion, we
found Aunt Josephine and Marie doing all they could under the
circumstances. Aunt Josephine had just given her a glass of water
which she drank eagerly. Rusty had, meanwhile, crawled under the
bed, caring only to be alone and undisturbed.
Dr. Hayward had arrived and had just finished taking her pulse and
temperature as our cab pulled up.
Jennings who had evidently been expecting us let us in without a
word and conducted us up to Elaine's room.
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