Two brawny young cops forced their way through the massed throng. The
crowd caught the news that they were headed out to Garth's Folly.
They didn't come back.
Another squad, with orders to make a careful investigation, reported
that the car of the first squad had run into a tree beside the drive
inside the grounds of Garth's place, that the two men were missing,
and that Garth was not in his house but was probably inside his
concrete tower.
"Maybe," Scoop whispered, as the report came through. "Maybe Garth is
doing this. Or maybe--he talked about the end of the world two million
years from now--maybe he was lying. Maybe the end of the world is
coming right now. Maybe Garth can help us."
"If there is a chance that Garth is either responsible or can help us,"
the chief of police shouted. "By God, I'll get him out of that place if
I have to blast."
The phone rang again. He grabbed it, listened. "We'll do all we can,"
he said.