Hardman,
and then I'll have to leave."
For an hour or more Frank walked up and down the corridors. He had
three for which he was responsible. It was rather monotonous work, even
though now and then nurses and attendants passed through. He was
beginning to feel sleepy, and decided that a drink of ice water would
rouse him. He walked to the end of the long hall to where the cooler
stood. As he was passing room twenty-seven he heard a great racket
within. It sounded as though the inmate had knocked over the table and
chairs. At the same time, from the apartment, came the sound of a
voice, pitched high in anger.
"There, knave! I have slain you at last!" was shouted in a man's
voice. "Now, villains, do your worst! Ah! There is yet another
scoundrel to slay!"
The noise of breaking wood increased, and Frank, in great alarm, ran to
the push button and rang the signal, two strokes followed after a pause
by seven others.
The noise of attendants, approaching on the run, could be heard. Frank
hurried back to the room whence the noise was still coming. As he passed
the apartment next to it, number twenty-eight, a man's head was thrust
from the opened door.
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