Chapter 67

“Afraid, hell!” growled Hoyne. “Can’t a man ask you a question—” “No time to answer questions now. Get in there and do as I say if you want to be of any assistance.” “All right, Doc. It’s your party.” The big detective entered the room of the sobbing child and squeezed his great bulk into a dainty rocking chair from which he could view her bed. She tossed from side to side, moaning as if in pain, and Hoyne, pitying her, wondered why the doctor did not awaken her. Presently she ceased her convulsive movements, clenc…