“You hit your man—does that thing kill?”
“By accident—it is possible. I aimed at his stomach: I fear that I hit him in the head. He would not have squealed for a stomach wound. I fear he is alive.”
He felt his way up the stairs and took up the telephone. Immediately a voice said, “Number?”
“Give me 8877 Treasury.”
He waited, and then a different voice asked:
“Yes—Scotland Yard speaking.”
“Can you give me Mr. Meadows?”
Manfred was watching him frowningly.
“That you, Meadows? . . . They have shot Leon Gonsalez—can you send police reserves and an ambulance?”
“At once.”