The head of St. Swithin’s had adroitly2 pulled the wool over James Stone’s eyes, and kept the half-crazed miner from knowing just what to expect; but nevertheless the specialist’s mind had been made up from the beginning. He had planned it all out after receiving the letter.
As for his recognition of the miner, which had so startled his visitor, it had been a very simple matter, and quite within the capacity of one much less shrewd than Stephen Follansbee. Floyd had announced that Stone and Crawford had taken passage on the Cortez. Follansbee had taken pains to learn when the vessel3 had docked, and when, later, the big, bronzed man had presented himself, the caller’s name had, to the doctor, been as good as written over his face.
That Stone was undoubtedly4 a victim of some mental derangement5 did not matter to Follansbee in the least. Almost any other physician would have been affected6 by the man’s plight7, and would have thought of nothing but the best way to cure him. Not so Follansbee, however. His apology for a heart had been hard in the beginning, and it had grown steadily8 harder as a result of his ostensibly scientific, but really devilish, experiments on unfortunate sufferers.
Had there been a spark of honor in him, he would have done all in his power to keep the irresponsible Stone from crime, and, if possible, to banish9 his ailment10; but instead he determined11 to use the demented man for his own ends to help him to murder, and finally to strip him of his fortune.
His conscience had not given him a single twinge, for the very good reason that he had none. In fact, the prospective12 divisions of wealth seemed to him eminently13 right and proper. He might be taking away Stone’s fortune, but he would be giving him Crawford’s in place of it. In other words, he reasoned that Stone would be getting the job done for practically nothing, and the four hundred and fifty thousand, while generous pay, was not a cent too much according to Follansbee’s view of it. He knew as well as any one could have known that, though he might try to shift the responsibility as much as he pleased, it lay with him, after all, and he wanted pay for it.
Moreover, he coveted14 wealth, more wealth than he had been able to amass15 through the many handsome fees that were pouring in all the time from the rich and great who were numbered among his patients. He wished to build a hospital of his own, of which he should be even more the master than was possible at St. Swithin’s. He longed for expensive laboratories built and equipped along new lines, not for the good of humanity, but to further his own peculiar16 ambitions. Stone’s money, with what he already possessed17, would go far toward realizing these ambitions, and he was willing to take almost any risk to further his conscienceless aims.
The hours passed away swiftly, and at about seven o’clock in the evening Follansbee, returning from a round of the wards18, entered his private office and went to the telephone. He rang up the Hotel Windermere and asked for Stone. The clerk informed him that Mr. Stone was not in the hotel at that time, but might return at any moment. “If you care to leave a message, it will be delivered to him as soon as he arrives,” the man went on.
“Very well,” Follansbee returned, after a pause. “Tell him that the gentleman whom he visited on Amsterdam Avenue this morning will be at the hotel about half past seven, and will wait for him in the lobby.”
The clerk took down the message and repeated it, after which Follansbee replaced the receiver and prepared to leave the hospital. By means of an intercommunicating phone, he called up St. Swithin’s garage and had his car, which he kept there, brought round to the entrance. As he crossed the pavement to enter it, he lifted one long, lean hand and pressed a smooth, round object in his breast pocket.
Little did the passers-by dream that, concealed19 in the clothing of that sinister20, shabbily dressed, but nevertheless distinguished21 figure, was a tube containing deadly bacilli in a quantity sufficient to spread death for miles around—even, if unchecked, to sweep throughout the entire country.
Thus, like the shadow of death itself, the vulturelike form of Stephen Follansbee slipped into the big limousine22, and was winged away to the Hotel Windermere.
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