“I’m okay,” Conrad said tersely. “I’ll stay here. See if you can spot him, then direct me on to him. If you see the girl, let me know at once. And watch out!”
The sergeant nodded and started off, bent double, along the narrow wall.
Moe in the next path watched him come, a savage gleam in his eyes. He lifted the automatic and shot the sergeant through the head.
The sergeant threw up his arms and fell heavily into the next path to the one Moe was in.
Gripping his wounded arm, Moe ran down the path, turned a corner and then paused to listen. He saw something blue reflected in one of the mirrors, and his lips came off his teeth in a grinning snarl.
The girl was standing at the next intersection, and as he watched her, he saw her edge into the path where he was, looking away from him.
Moe transferred his gun to his left hand. He lifted the gun and sighted it, aiming at the centre of her young full breasts. The gun sight wobbled as he fought against the increasing feeling of faintness, and he cursed under his breath.
Suddenly a voice sounded over a loudspeaker: a voice that rolled over the maze, amplified like the sound of thunder.
“Miss Coleman! Miss Coleman! Attention please! The police are looking for you. Will you shout so we can find you? Be on your guard. Keep looking to your right and your left. The gunman is still at large!”
Frances caught her breath in a gasp of relief and alarm. She hastily looked to her right, then her left, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw the black suited figure not more than thirty yards from her, the automatic pointing at her. She shut her eyes and screamed wildly. Gunfire crashed against her ear drums. She felt a scorching pain bite into her arm and she felt herself falling.