he didn't know what it was all about, but he sensed excitement.
"You take that flight of stairs to the roof," he explained. "There is a door at the top."
Kowen did not wait to thank him. He rushed for the stairs—and ran into Verbeck and Lawrence.
"They're on the roof!" Verbeck said. "And the door is locked, of course!"
"Then we've got them!" Kowen declared. "It's a cinch they can't get down!"
"Don't forget that we had the Black Star on a roof once, and he got down," Verbeck reminded him. "I just examined that door; it's a strong one."
"Why use the door?" Lawrence asked quietly. "I know this building pretty well, and I can get to the roof without going through the door at all."
"How?" Verbeck asked.
"I can get through that window, hang to the cornice, and draw myself up."
"You'd fall, man!" Kowen declared. "You'd kill yourself!"
"I can do it!" Verbeck exclaimed. "It isn't a bit harder than things I'm doing in the gymnasium all the time."
He hurried to the window, opened it, and looked at the cornice above.
"Don't try it!" Kowen said. "It's twelve stories to the pavement below, Mr. Verbeck."
"But I'm not going to fall!"
"They're not worth it"
"What? The Black Star's first lieutenant, and the cleverest woman in his band? I'm going up! You go to the door at the head of the stairs and pound against it—make them think you are trying
