CHAPTER IX
The Hawk Strikes
is face red, his breath coming in hoarse gasps, Judd the Kite stumbled through the house's door on the heels of four of his men. He swung rapidly and flung his weight against the door: locked and double-locked it. A second later fists pounded on the outer panel, and a voice, racked with fear and terror, screamed:
"Let me in! Let me in! Oh, God, let me in! Judd!"
Then there was the thud of drumming feet, and one awful shriek from the man who had found the door locked against him.
But the Kite was not listening. A measure of courage returning to him with the building's protection, he snapped:
"Get those other doors locked quick! And lights. Then search the house."
The lighting tubes glowed, filling the room with soft radiance. Judd survey his position.