"It seems to me there is something absurd about all this," said Helen. "A
man with such a discovery, such powers, using them in such a manner, for
such a petty purpose!"
"He is, of course, crazy," Darrow said quietly; "the methodical logical
lunatic--the most dangerous sort."
"What is it he has discovered?" asked Jack.
"I do not know, yet."
"But you suspect?"
Darrow nodded, but would not explain.
"What will be the outcome?"
"I am going to cut loose from science and guess wildly," said Darrow,
after a moment. "To-morrow morning, somewhere about ten, McCarthy will
disappear."
"You said that before!" cried Jack.
"Well, I say it again," drawled Darrow.
CHAPTER IX
THE GREAT SILENCE
Percy Darrow sat quite calmly, though a little hungrily, through the first
of the two hours of the Great Silence. As it fell, he looked at his watch;
then went on reading. Strangely terrified faces flitted by the open door
of his little room. About seven o'clock Darrow, struck by a sudden idea,
arose, walked down the corridor outside, and quite deliberately set to
work to force the light door. As has been intimated, either by direct
order of McCarthy or because of some vagueness of the orders, the young
man had been confined, not in the jail proper, but in one of the living
apartments of the wing.
Few realize how important a role sound plays in what might be called the
defensives of our every-day life.
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