Black Star's Campaign: A Detective Story

by Johnston McCulley

  CHAPTER XXII

  ON THE ROOF

  Lawrence peered through the window again, as the deputy made his way upthe fire escape. The two women were putting on their hats and veils.Landers had stepped before Verbeck and Sheriff Kowen again, and wasspeaking to them.

  "I shall report all this to the Black Star," he was saying, "and he willtake great pleasure in relating it to the newspapers. We must give thedear public another chance to laugh, as I said before. I regret that thechief of police is not with you."

  Just then the deputy reached the landing of the fire escape, and lookedat Lawrence closely.

  "We haven't any time to lose," Lawrence whispered. "Look inside theroom."

  Lawrence, realizing that the deputy was suspicious of him, stepped back,and the other man took a step forward and glanced through the window.

  "I want to get in on this; Roger Verbeck is a friend of mine!" Lawrencedeclared. "What are we going to do?"

  He looked through the window again as he spoke. Mamie Blanchard hadpicked up the bag and stepped to the door. The older woman was followingher. Landers was preparing to leave.

  "Don't worry, gentlemen," he was saying. "I'll notify the hotel torelease you within an hour or so, I'll turn out the lights, of course."

  The deputy waited no longer. He appeared to be convinced now thatLawrence was acting in good faith. He sprang forward, thrust his footthrough the window, kicked at the glass repeatedly, rolled up the shadeand sprang into the room. Lawrence was only a pace behind him, and eagerfor the fray.

  Landers and his companions had whirled around at the first crash of theglass. One of the women screamed. Landers cursed, sprang to the lightswitch, and snapped off the lights. The door was hurled open, and thetwo women fled into the hall. Landers fired one shot from the vapor gun,sprang after them, stopped long enough to turn the key in the lock onthe outside, and hurried after his female confederates to the elevator.

  Lawrence and the deputy charged across the room, trying to keep frombreathing, from inhaling those poisonous fumes. The deputy hurledhimself at the door in an effort to break it down. But it was wellbraced against the woodwork outside, and resisted his efforts.

  Lawrence staggered back to the window and took great gulps of the freshair. Then he whirled around again, turned on the lights and beganfumbling at Verbeck's bonds. Verbeck and the sheriff were weak, but thefumes of the vapor gun had not rendered them unconscious. The draft fromthe broken window had prevented that.

  Lawrence tore the gags from the mouths of the bound men, and worked atthe fastenings again.

  "Down the fire escape!" Kowen shrieked to his deputy. "They called for ataxi. If you see a cop, get him to help. We'll be after you in aminute!"

  The deputy darted to the window, and went down the fire escape with theagility of a monkey. Verbeck and Kowen, freed of their bonds at last,got upon their feet. Since it seemed impossible to break down the doorleading to the corridor, Verbeck hurled himself against the one openinginto an adjoining room. It crashed in, and they staggered into theapartment, startling a man who was dressing there.

  "Officers--after crooks!" Kowen gasped.

  They flung the hall door open, and rushed out. Lawrence was not farbehind them. Verbeck ran at once to the elevators and glanced at theindicators above the doors.

  "All at the bottom except one--and that is almost at the top," hegasped. "They surely haven't had time to get to the ground floor, unlessthey just happened to catch an elevator on the fly, or else went downthe stairs."

  The sheriff made no reply; already he was dashing down the wide, marblestairs. He reached the floor below, gave the lobby a single glance, andthen 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 starterreplied. "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 forthem 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.

  "We're after some of the Black Star's gang," the sheriff replied.

  "In my house?"

  "Yes; and they've been living here for some time, if you want to know. Ithought this was an exclusive place, where a tenant had to have allsorts of references. Those two women who call themselves Whaley----"

  "Why, they are all right!"

  "Are they?" asked the sheriff. "One side!"

  He took up a position whence he could watch both the stairs and theelevators. The deputy had hurried to the alley. Two policemen came infrom the street, and the hotel detective put in an appearance. Kowentook instant command of the situation.

  "Let nobody leave the building for the present--nobody!" he commanded."Let nobody pass out unless either Verbeck or I give them permission!"

  Kowen sprang up the wide stairs again. He reached the second floor, andstopped to listen. He heard no sound of pursuit or combat. The elevatorcame down from above, and the sheriff stopped it.

  "Take two women and a man up?" he asked.

  "Yes, sir," said the operator.

  "Know them?"

  "Miss Whaley and----"

  "That's enough! Where did they go?"

  "To the roof. They said they wanted to take a look at the city, as oneof the ladies was going away."

  "I'll go up and take a look myself!" the sheriff said. "And give us alittle speed!"

  The boy whizzed the elevator to the top floor; he didn't know what itwas all about, but he sensed excitement.

  "You take that flight of stairs to the roof," he explained. "There is adoor at the top."

  Kowen did not wait to thank him. He rushed for the stairs--and ran intoVerbeck and Lawrence.

  "They're on the roof!" Verbeck said. "And the door is locked, ofcourse!"

  "Then we've got them!" Kowen declared. "It's a cinch they can't getdown!"

  "Don't forget that we had the Black Star on a roof once, and he gotdown," Verbeck reminded him. "I just examined that door; it's a strongone."

  "Why use the door?" Lawrence asked quietly. "I know this building prettywell, 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 myselfup."

  "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'mdoing 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 hisband? I'm going up! You go to the door at the head of the stairs andpound against it--make them think you are trying to breakthrough--attract their attention! Do it now!"

  He removed his shoes as he spoke. Kowen made a last protest, which drewno reply from Verbeck except a grin. Then the sheriff and Lawrence wentback up the steps, and began pounding against the door.

  Verbeck was cool and collected now. He realized the task that was beforehim, and he knew the danger he would be running. A fall would mean deathon the pavement twelve floors below. Verbeck was thankful that it wasdark.

  Once more he looked up at the cornice. Then he got through the window,balanced himself on the sill, and reached up and grasped the edge of thecornice with his hands.

  He hesitated a moment, took a deep breath, and started to draw himselfup. It was a difficult task, even for a man who always had been known asan athlete. He managed to get one elbow over the edge of the cornice,and thus he held himself, and rested, and tried to reduce his breathingto normal.

  The hardest par
t of the task was before him, he knew. He had swung awayfrom the window below. If he was forced to lower himself, he doubtedwhether he could swing his legs in enough to brace himself on the sill.

  "Have to do it, now!" Roger Verbeck told himself.

  Again he started drawing himself up. He got his other elbow over theedge of the cornice, rested again for an instant, and then started toturn. Now his chest rested against the cornice. He exerted all hisstrength and managed to get one leg up. It was not difficult, afterthat, to draw up the other. So he remained stretched on a narrow ledgetwelve stories above a busy street, panting, almost exhausted, dizzy.

  Verbeck closed his eyes and stretched himself out to his full length. Herealized that he could not hope to go the remainder of the way until hehad recovered his strength. However, it did not take him long torecuperate.

  He raised himself on his elbows and glanced upward. The parapet wasabove him, and not difficult to scale, but to reach the edge of it hewould have to stand up straight on the narrow ledge upon which he nowwas stretched.

  Verbeck took a deep breath and started drawing up his knees. Presentlyhe was in a kneeling position. Then, inch by inch, he raised his body.His hands crept up the face of the wall before him, stretched out andgrasped the edge of the parapet.

  Once more he was forced to draw himself up. He was very quiet about it,too. He did not know but that Landers might be directly above him, readyto receive him, or to thrust him over.

  He got his elbows over the edge, and stopped to breathe and to listen.He could hear Kowen and Lawrence pounding on the door, and he found thatLanders and the women were not near.

  Verbeck began to think that good fortune was with him. He continued todraw himself up, and finally was stretched, panting, on the top of theparapet.

  He was in no hurry, now. He had no intention of clashing physically withLanders while in an exhausted condition. There was no way, he thought,in which Landers and the women could escape from the roof except throughthe door at which the sheriff and Lawrence were pounding.

  Verbeck waited until he felt refreshed, and then slipped down to theroof. Noiselessly he made his way across it toward the door. He came toa chimney, and stopped beside it, to watch and listen.

  He had no weapon on him, and he knew that Landers had a vapor gun. Oneshot from that might render him unconscious, put him out of the fight.He could hear Landers and the women talking not very far from where hestood.

  "They can't get through that door for some time," Landers was saying."I'm going to telephone."

  "He'll not come!" Mamie Blanchard wailed. "Why didn't we go down thestairs instead of up? We might have known we would have been caught in atrap."

  "We'll see whether he'll come or not!" Landers said. "If the telephoneis not out of commission----"

  During the hot summer months, the roof was used as a garden. There was alittle building in one corner of it that was used as a refreshmentstand, and there always was a telephone there.

  Verbeck knew that Landers was rushing across the roof to the building.He heard him smash against the frail door, heard it crash in. The women,it was evident, remained near the door leading to the stairs that wentbelow.

  Leaving the shadow of the chimney, Verbeck crept forward toward thelittle structure where Landers had gone to telephone. He hoped to catchthe Black Star's lieutenant at a disadvantage and subdue him. He wasmuch interested, too, in what Landers' telephone message might be, andto whom it would be sent.

  Without a sound, Verbeck crossed the roof and came to the side of thelittle building. Landers had flashed an electric torch, and was takingthe telephone from beneath the counter. Verbeck saw him take down thereceiver.