were on the wrong side of the bed, between her and the door.

"What do you want?" Her throat was so dry she wondered whether
the words were projected far enough for them to hear.

"We want the address of the wounded man you brought into this
apartment."

"They took him to a hospital."

"He was taken away from there."

"He was?"

"Yes, he was. You may not know where, but you will know the address
of the man who tricked us; and that will be sufficient."

"The army surgeon? He was called in by chance. I don't know where
he lives."

"The man in the dress suit."

"He was with the surgeon."

"He came first. Come; we have no time to waste. We don't want to
hurt you, and we hope you will not force us.

"Will you step out of the room while I dress?"

"No. Tell us where the man lives, and you can have the whole