Chapter IX.—“Run to Earth”Larose wasted no time in taking in the scanty furnishings of the waiting room, but tip-toed quickly through a half-opened door, into what, he knew at once, must be the consulting room, because of the desk, the microscope and the row of dusty test-tubes in a rack upon the mantel-shelf.
But for the moment he gave only a swift glance round, and then he darted to another door that he saw led into a much smaller room. Then, with noiseless steps, he was back again in the waiting-room and finding out where the fourth room led.
He wanted to be able to cover his retreat if he should hear anyone coming and was looking for some place to hide.
“Caught like a rat in a trap!” he frowned with a rather scared face. “Not a thing to creep behind anywhere. There's no hope for me
