“No!” Kearney would not even look at him.
“Confound it, somebody ought to unlock me!” exclaimed 263 the frantic Barnes. “This is the most annoying position I was ever in in my life. My valet even couldn’t undress me with these things on.”
“What’s out that way?” asked Kearney, pointing to the panel door that opened upon the backstairs hallway.
“Kitchen,” said Gladwin, going to the door and opening it.
“Oh, yes,” said Kearney, “the captain’s back there?”
“But look here, detective,” cried Barnes again, “who was that inordinate ass who locked me up?”
“Ryan!” said Kearney, freezing a smile as it formed on his lips.
“Where is he?”
“On the roof.”
“What the deuce is he doing on the roof?”