Ken spotted a skylight not far from him, and he ran over to k and lifted it. He bent to peer into darkness, trying to see what lay below, then, as the sounds of pursuit grew louder, he swung his legs over the wooden surround, hung with one hand while he lowered the skylight down on top of him. He released his hold and dropped quietly on to floor boards.
As he regained his balance, he heard gunfire, followed by three cracks from a heavier gun. He heard a yell, and then more gunfire. It sounded to him as if the police were shooting at each other.
He leaned against the wall, panting and scared, while he listened.
“There are two of them by the big stack,” a voice yelled. “I can see them.”
Again the heavier gun barked.
Bewildered, Ken struck a match and looked quickly around him. He found himself in a dusty attic, full of old junk. He went quickly to the door, opened it, and stepped cautiously out into a dark passage.
III
Tux and Solly made their way over the roofs towards Rose’s skylight.
They had had several narrow escapes in getting up on to the roofs, but once there, they felt free to move quickly.
Suddenly Solly grabbed Tux’s arm and pulled him down.