He looked at a little clock
on a table at the end of the corridor, half expecting it to stop also and
wait with him. His marriage hour that had seemed so big and vital seemed
now, in the quiet corridor, with the stone floor and the silent white-
clad, rubber-shod nurses passing up and down and in the presence of this
greater event, to have shrunk enormously. He walked up and down peering at
the clock, looking at the swinging door and biting at the stem of his
empty pipe.
And then through the swinging door came Grover.
"We can get the child, Sam, but to get it we shall have to take a chance
with her. Do you want to do that? Do not wait. Decide."
Sam sprang past him toward the door.
"You bungler," he cried, and his voice rang through the long quiet
corridor. "You do not know what this means. Let me go."
Doctor Grover, catching him by the arm, swung him about. The two men stood
facing each other.
"You stay here," said the doctor, his voice remaining quiet and firm; "I
will attend to things. Your going in there would be pure folly now. Now
answer me--do you want to take the chance?"
"No! No!" Sam shouted. "No! I want her--Sue--alive and well, back through
that door.
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