"Where?"
"We'll meet Burgess at his apartment. You remember the address don't you?" Uncle Dock gave an address in the Forties, and Frank instantly registered it in his memory. It might come in useful in case the counterfeiters slipped through their hands.
He got up slowly from his cramped position, and Joe followed his example. Frank led the way toward the door that opened on the landing.
"We'd better get out of here," he whispered.
"What will we do?"
"We'll go to Bayport for help. We can't tackle these fellows alone."
"How will we get out? There's no use trying to get out by the roof. We might break our necks trying to reach that tree again."
"We can go down the stairs," said Frank quietly.
"And out the front door?"
"It's probably only bolted on the inside. If we can get past the door of that workroom we should be all right."
"Come on, then."
Frank led the way. He stepped out on the landing. Both boys were wearing light "sneakers" that made little noise.
Step by step, they descended the stairs. Step by step, they drew closer to the landing
