A moment later the powerful door buckled, and Kennedy deftly swung
it outward so that it fell with a crash on the cellar floor.
As the noise reverberated, there came a sound of a muttered curse
from the cavern. Some one was there.
We pressed forward.
On the floor, in the weird glare of the little furnace, lay a man
and a woman, the light playing over their ghastly, set features.
Kennedy knelt over the man, who was nearest the door.
"Call a doctor, quick," he ordered, reaching over and feeling the
pulse of the woman, who had half fallen out of her chair. "They
will, be all right soon. They took what they thought was their
usual adulterated cocaine--see, here is the box in which it was.
Instead, I filled the box with the pure drug. They'll come around.
Besides, Carton needs both of them in his fight."
"Don't take any more," muttered the woman, half conscious.
"There's something wrong with it, Haddon."
I looked more closely at the face in the half-darkness.
It was Haddon himself.
"I knew he'd come back when the craving for the drug became
intense enough," remarked Kennedy.
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