Frantically Kennedy was working.
A moment he paused and looked at me--hopeless.
Just then, outside, we could hear the ambulance, and a doctor and
two attendants hurried up to the door. Without a word the doctor
seemed to appreciate the gravity of the case.
He finished his examination and shook his head.
"There is no hope--no hope," he said slowly.
Kennedy merely stared at him. But the rest of us instinctively
removed our hats.
Kennedy gazed at Elaine, overcome. Was this the end?
It was not many minutes later that Kennedy had Elaine in the
little sitting room off the laboratory, having taken her there in
the ambulance, with the doctor and two attendants.
Elaine's body had been placed on a couch, covered by a blanket,
and the shades were drawn. The light fell on her pale face.
There was something incongruous about death and the vast
collection of scientific apparatus, a ghastly mocking of humanity.
How futile was it all in the presence of the great destroyer?
Aunt Josephine had arrived, stunned, and a moment later, Perry
Bennett. As I looked at the sorrowful party, Aunt Josephine rose
slowly from her position on her knees where she had been weeping
silently beside Elaine, and pressed her hands over her eyes, with
every indication of faintness.
Before any of us could do anything, she had staggered into the
laboratory itself, Bennett and I following quickly.
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