Borg said, “Cinch,” out of the darkness.
Kells’ gun roared and almost simultaneously another roared, flashed yellow out of the darkness near the door.
Rose’s hands were together high in the air. He spun as though suspended by his hands from the ceiling, fell down to his knees, bent slowly forward.
Kells went to him swiftly and put the muzzle of the automatic against the back of his head and fired three times. He grunted, “Compliments Flo Beery,” straightened and watched Rose topple forward, crush his dead face against the floor.
He turned to look toward the rear of the room and in that instant the two big lights went out, it was entirely black.
Borg’s voice whispered beside him: “Oh, boy! Did I have a swell hunch when I turned off the lights in the little room outside — they could pick us off going out if I hadn’t.”
Borg led him to the door and they went across the little room in the darkness. Kells stumbled over something soft — Borg said: “I had to sap the doorman — he wasn’t going to let me in.”
Borg swung the heavy outer door wide and they went through to the stairs.
About halfway down Kells put his hand out suddenly and groped for the banister — his body pivoted slowly on one foot, crashed against the wall. He slid to his knees, still holding the banister tightly.
Borg put his hands under Kells’ arms and locked them on his chest, tried to lift him.