"You don't get away this time!" he said. "It's handcuffs and a cell for you! You've played your last game with the Black Star, you two beauties!"
The fair prisoners were led toward the stairs. Landers had been handcuffed, and was being carried to the floor below. Verbeck and Lawrence followed them, but when they reached the floor below, Verbeck called the sheriff aside.
"Landers telephoned from the refreshment stand on the roof," he said. "I have made a note of the number; it might lead us to something. But here is the funny part—he asked somebody to come and rescue him. How they are going to try it, I do not know; but I think that message went to the Black Star."
"Maybe he'll try a raid here," Kowen suggested.
"Landers estimated, so he told the women, that he would be here in fifteen minutes, at least. But how could even the Black Star get enough of his men together to raid a place like this in that length of time? It's the roof we have to watch. You remember how the Black Star escaped from the roof of the National Trust Building, don't you? He seems to have methods of which we know nothing."
"Some more of that light stuff, and talking to us out of the air, probably," the sheriff said. "Well, what shall we do?"
"Have your deputies put the prisoners in a room and guard them. We'll stay here by the door and watch the roof!"
Sheriff Kowen gave the orders. He and Verbeck remained by the door, Lawrence with them.
"What's the big idea?" Lawrence inquired.
