“But I must bother you, by Jove,” persisted the frantic Barnes. “I demand that you send that man to unlock me. I’m not a prisoner or that sort of thing.”
Captain Stone ignored him, addressing Kearney:
“Well, if he isn’t out now––he can’t get out without an airship. Still we had better search some more below stairs. Where’s that man Phelan gone? Look out on the balcony, Kearney.”
Kearney stepped to the curtains, pulled them back, dropped them, and nodded, “He’s out there.”
“Very well, let’s go down into the cellar and work up. There isn’t a room in the house now that isn’t guarded.”
“But, dammit, Captain,” exploded Barnes again, rattling his handcuffs.
“Don’t annoy me––can’t you see I’m busy,” was all the satisfaction he got as the captain and the Central Office man left the room.
Sadie came forward shyly as the policemen left.
“Did you find out where he is?” she asked anxiously.
“In the cellar or on the roof. When I get to the roof he is in the cellar, and when I reach the cellar he is on the roof. He’s more elusive than a ghost.”