Then the phone rang. I jumped and snatcvhed it off the hook in an instant. "Dr. Goldman's office," I said in a rush.
A breathy feminine voice said, "Dr. Goldman?"
"Yes, speaking." A chill worked up my spine. It was that voice again. My worst fears had been confirmed. She was still in control of Dr. Moore's body. "It's me, Glory."
I could hear my heart hammer in my ears. "I have been trying to get hold of you all day, Dr. Moore." I could her her breathing but she said nothing. I waited, then finally, "Dr. Moore, are you still there?" Of course, I knew he was.
"It's Glory," she growled.
"Sorry. What can I do for you, ah, Glory?"
"You called me. Gads, hounding me almost to death, Doctor."
"Right! Sorry! I was, ah, concerned."
She gushed, "This has been the best day of my life. I'm doing just fine Doctor and... thank you."
"For?"
"You aren't that dense, Dr. Goldman, are you? You set me free at last!"
"That concerns me, Glory" When she didn't respond to that I continued. "I'm worried for Paul."
"He's not the injured party, Doctor. I'm the one that has been wronged."
"This is too complex an issue to discuss over the phone... Glory?" Can we meet somewhere? Now?"
She purred, "I thought you would never ask. Dinner, Herb?"
"Yes," I breathed a sigh of relief. "My treat."
"Oh no, mine," she giggled. "You know I've never cooked for a man in my life, such as it's been. Have you got a pen handy? I'll give you my address."