“I’ll try the roof,” whispered Orme. “Perhaps I can get on to another house that way.”
“Wait till I see.” She walked away, but soon returned.
“No use,” he heard her say. “That Jap’s a sitting on the fire-escape watching. He grinned when I looked down.”
Orme pondered. “Help me out of this,” he whispered, “and there’ll be something in it for you.”
She moved impatiently. “Cut it out! I don’t want nothing. You’re a good sport, that’s all.” She paused. “Not that I’d mind having a present. But I don’t want no money.”
Orme caught the distinction. “I’ll remember,” he said. “And what shall I do now?”
“You’ll have to stay in there a while, I guess.”
“I simply must get away—and within an hour or two.”
“I’ll manage that,” she answered confidently.
“But how——?”