CHAPTER 4Jonas Smith shook the dazed cobwebs out of his head and sat up, looking around him for a bewildered moment. Outside the air was full of the noisy clamor of bells and the sound of the marching feet of the midshipmen on their way to church in the town. Nearer at hand there was an insistent intermittent buzz that he finally recognized. He reached his hand out for the telephone.
“Hello,” he said. The next instant he was wide awake, everything that had got mixed up with a nightmare fantasy that had dogged his sleeping mind back again, not at all a dream but very real and very clear.
“Dr. Smith? This is Elizabeth Darrell. My grandfather, Professor Darrell, asked me to call you and ask if you’d like to come in after church.”
She was making it sound as if she had never seen him and onl
