He shut the door on them. An impulse made him turn toward Dr. Glassman's office. He would tell him first, and if that didn't get results he would go to the S. S. boys. He knocked on Glassman's door and pushed it open without waiting for an invitation. "Dr. Glassman," he said quickly, "something very suspicious is going on around here. I should have told you about it sooner, but I thought Earl would be able to explain his actions, and Nadine's. Have you looked into her credentials? She isn't what she claims. I know, but I don't know how I'm going to prove it right now. She's done something to Earl. He isn't the same. They're in this together." "Just a minute, Dr. Nelson," Glassman cut in. "Are you trying to say that Dr. Frye and Dr. Holmes are in on some mad scheme to sabotage the Brain? You must be mad. Why, Dr. Frye discovered the chemical we've spent close to a million dollars searching for!" "I know that," Basil said doggedly, "but just the same--" "You're out of your mind. What are you trying to do? Curry favor with me at the expense of innocent and hard working people? I've a good notion to discharge you on the spot." "You've got to listen to--" "Get out. I'll hear no more of it." Basil stared at him blankly, then nodded. "All right," he said, "but you're going to have to listen later. I'm taking it to the Secret Service. They'll have to listen." He backed out, closing the door on Glassman's angry face. When he turned to go down the hall he saw Earl and Nadine coming toward him. With them was George Ladd, his right hand in his suit coat pocket over something bulging--the paralysis gun, maybe. Basil turned the other way and down another hall, running with a speed born of fear and determination. He knew now he had been right. A door opened. Irene came out, almost bumping into him. "Where are you going in such a hurry, Basil?" she demanded. "Can't explain now," he said. She stood in his way. "Come with me," he said desperately. "I'll explain on the way. Hurry." She nodded. Together they ran down the hall and reached the side exit. Taking Irene's hand, Basil plunged away from the sidewalk through scattered trees, until they reached the parking lot. He unlocked his car with shaking fingers and told Irene to get in. He rushed around to the driver's side. The motor caught instantly. He started with a clash of gears. In the rear view mirror he saw George Ladd running toward him. Then he reached the street--and almost immediately was slowed by heavy traffic. Groaning under his breath, he made the best time he could. Irene watched him silently for two blocks. "Aren't you going to tell me what it is?" she asked abruptly. "He's after me," Basil said. "We've got to get there before he can stop me. You can listen when I tell the Secret Service about it."