CHAPTER VIIAnchor Is A-Draggin’!
Despite his dread, Owen had to use the clock again!
Very quickly, taking as few chances as he dared, he turned the long-hand back a scant two minutes. The hall emptied as by magic. The howl of anger died upon the air. Owen dropped the clock back in his pocket, too intent even to rejoice more than perfunctorily that on this occasion no lurching through time had seized him. His whole interest was in getting to the door before Krafft could open it.
The bell rang loudly.
“Come in, come in,” Owen said, jerking the door open. “Yes, yes, hello, Egan. Stand where you are! Don’t move a muscle. Now wait.”
“But Peter!” Dr. Krafft said anxiously, bustling toward him. “Your uncle is waiting for the gentleman.”
“I know, doctor. But wait. Please let me handle this.”
