I had that ceiling over the glass room open; I did that before I cut my cords. Now, by sawing against the glass, I freed my wrists and I had off Doris’s cords.
The fight outside—still I did not know who was fighting—had passed from that wide room where the elevator was; it went farther or it went down.
I got out of the glass room and around to that cock in the pipe which Keeban had turned.
The valve was turned tight; no doubt about it; for I twisted it half a turn open and twisted it back again to make sure. “He didn’t give you the gas!” I called to Doris. “It wasn’t turned on!”
Then he came back into the room, bloody and leaping; and he was Jerry! The change, which I’d given up hoping for, had come over him.
“Steve!” he called to me. “Steve! Come down and see him. I’ve got him. Christina croaked him cold! And I’ve got him! Come down and see him!”
“Who?” I said; for I was shaky; and in my mind, then, there was only one of them.
“Keeban!” he told me. “He’s cold, downstairs where Christina croaked him.”