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They had finished their preparations and were waiting for Miss Septix. "She ought to be here, now," muttered Godowski impatiently, looking at his watch. Just then a cab drove up outside. "Perhaps that is she," he exclaimed. "It must be." A few moments later the door of the apartment opened. His face showed his disappointment. It was a stranger.
But the sight that had transfixed her was of a woman whose face she remembered only too well, though Kennedy and I had never seen her. "Please, Miss," began Godowski's assistant, trying to quiet Elaine, while Godowski turned in vexation to his work. "No, no!" repeated Elaine. "This woman is no nurse. She is a criminal!" Godowski paused. It was true he did not know the woman.
Miss Dodge came in unexpectedly she recognized me. If I had not fled, they would have caught me perhaps you, too." Long Sin was furious. He threatened her and she cowered back. However, there was nothing to be gained by that and he subsided and drove quickly down-town. The excitement more than ever alarmed Elaine now. "Tell me," she appealed to Dr. Godowski, "what is the matter?"
"There's only one person in New York to call on," he murmured, pulling himself out of bed and getting into the living-room as best he could. "Is that you, Godowski?" he asked over the telephone. "Well, doctor, this is Kennedy. Come over to my apartment, quick. I've a case two cases for you."
"In some way," he replied quickly, "they have become infected by the bite of an African tick which carries spirillum fever." "She got away, in a cab," panted the assistant, returning. Godowski raised his hands in despair. "I was just about to start," he cried. "Everything is ready. I can't send for another nurse. Every minute counts." Elaine had thrown off her coat and hat.
"The spirillum!" he muttered. "They are infected with African recurrent fever. The only remedy is atoxyl, administered intravenously, after the manner of Professor Ehrlich's famous '606'." Godowski had rung the call box hastily for a messenger, when Long Sin, who had managed stealthily to creep up to the doctor's laboratory window, scowled, through at the action then moved away.
"Here," he directed when she was ready, handing her a little vial. "You must infect every instrument the doctor uses on Kennedy and Jameson, see?" She nodded and a moment later was on her way uptown. Meanwhile Godowski himself had arrived at our apartment, much to the relief of our friend Johnson, and was unpacking his instruments.
Not being acquainted with what we were going through, Godowski did not notice the almond-eyed Chinaman who was watching down the street. "How do you do, doctor," greeted Craig faintly, at the door. "What seems to be the difficulty?" inquired the doctor eagerly. "I don't know," returned Craig, "but I have my suspicions. I'm too ill to verify them myself. So I've called on you.
Godowski was a world-famous scientist in his line and had specialized in bacteriology, mainly in tropical diseases. As Kennedy hung up the receiver, he made his way back again to the bedroom, scratching his ear. He noticed that I was doing the same in my delirium. "Has Walter been scratching his ear?" he asked of Johnson. Johnson nodded. "That's strange," considered Craig thoughtfully.
He had risen and was handing the paper to the scientist when his weakness overcame him. He fell flat on his face on the floor and dropped the paper, spilling the contents. Godowski, now thoroughly alarmed, bent over Craig. But the delirium had overcome Kennedy, too. Unable to make any sense out of Craig's broken wanderings, Godowski lost no time in taking samples of our blood.
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