the fire escape with the agility of a monkey. Verbeck and Kowen, freed of their bonds at last, got upon their feet. Since it seemed impossible to break down the door leading to the corridor, Verbeck hurled himself against the one opening into an adjoining room. It crashed in, and they staggered into the apartment, startling a man who was dressing there.
"Officers—after crooks!" Kowen gasped.
They flung the hall door open, and rushed out. Lawrence was not far behind them. Verbeck ran at once to the elevators and glanced at the indicators above the doors.
"All at the bottom except one—and that is almost at the top," he gasped. "They surely haven't had time to get to the ground floor, unless they just happened to catch an elevator on the fly, or else went down the stairs."
The sheriff made no reply; already he was dashing down the wide, marble stairs. He reached the floor below, gave the lobby a single glance, and then hurried to the elevators.
"Two women and a man just come down?" he asked.
"Nobody's come down for the last ten minutes or so," the starter replied. "What's the row?"
The deputy had charged in from the street.
"They haven't come this way!" he said. "The taxicab is still waiting for them in front."
"Around to the alley!" the sheriff commanded. "Watch every exit there!"
The hotel manager was on the scene by this time.
"What is the disturbance about?" he demanded.
