He Began to Twist and Turn, as Though Torn by Some Invisible Force

Too Long; Didn't Read

From twenty miles away stabbed the "atom-filtering" rays to Allen Baker in his cell in the death house. THE shrill voice of a woman stabbed the steady hum of the many machines in the great, semi-darkened laboratory. It was the onslaught of weak femininity against the ebony shadow of Jared, the silent negro servant of Professor Ramsey Burr. Not many people were able to get to the famous man against his wishes; Jared obeyed orders implicitly and was generally an efficient barrier. "I will see him, I will," screamed the middle-aged woman. "I'm Mrs. Mary Baker, and he—he—it's his fault my son is going to die. His fault. Professor! Professor Burr!" Jared was unable to keep her quiet.