It took a few minutes, but I finally convinced them that I wasn’t about to go on a killing spree or make a run for it. We were once again seated, although Frieda’s chair was placed a couple of feet farther away than before. I glanced at the wires, which were still lying on the floor where Popeye had dropped them. No one had volunteered to man his station. Popeye had been helped to another room, where, presumably, he was receiving some medical attention.