I wasn’t sure, but I hadn’t seen them, and I doubted that they would be in this mess. These savages, boiling again to the window, with no attention for us, whoever they were, weren’t insiders. They were the mob, and the principals shouldn’t be among them.
“We’ll try the other rooms,” I yelled again. “We don’t want these.”
Pat rubbed the back of his hand across his torn face and laughed.
“It’s a cinch I don’t want ’em any more,” he said.
We went back to the head of the stairs the way we had come. We saw no one. The man and girls who had been in the next room were gone.
At the head of the stairs we paused. There was no noise behind us except the now fainter babel of the lunatics fighting for their exit.
A door shut sharply downstairs.
A body came out of nowhere, hit my back, flattened me to the landing.
The feel of silk was on my cheek. A brawny hand was fumbling at my throat.
I bent my wrist until my gun, upside down, lay against my cheek. Praying for my ear, I squeezed.
My cheek took fire. My head was a roaring thing, about to burst.
The silk slid away.
Pat hauled me upright.
We started down the stairs.
Swish!
A thing came past my face, stirring my bared hair.