He was thoroughly frightened.
"All right, Mr.Gale," came Baird's gruff bass, steady and slow, "I think I know what the trouble is--and I wouldn't worry if I were you.

I'll be there in about ten minutes." And it was hardly more than that when he came into Deborah's room.

A moment he looked down at her.
"Again ?" he said.

She glanced up at him and nodded, and smiled quickly through set teeth.

Baird carefully examined her and then turned to Roger: "Now I guess you'd better go out.