CHAPTER XXII
ON THE ROOF
LAWRENCE peered through the window again, as the deputy made his way up the fire escape. The two women were putting on their hats and veils. Landers had stepped before Verbeck and Sheriff Kowen again, and was speaking to them.
"I shall report all this to the Black Star," he was saying, "and he will take great pleasure in relating it to the newspapers. We must give the dear public another chance to laugh, as I said before. I regret that the chief of police is not with you."
Just then the deputy reached the landing of the fire escape, and looked at Lawrence closely.
"We haven't any time to lose," Lawrence whispered. "Look inside the room."
Lawrence, realizing that the deputy was suspicious of him, stepped back, and the other man took a step forward and glanced through the window.
"I want to get in on this; Roger Verbeck is a friend of mine!" Lawrence declared. "What are we going to do?"
He looked through the window again as he spoke. Mamie Blanchard had picked up the bag and stepped to the door. The older woman was following her. Landers was preparing to leave.
"Don't worry, gentlemen," he was saying. "I'll notify the hotel to release you within an hour or so, I'll turn out the lights, of course."
